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Enter JESSICA above, in boy's clothes.
Jes. Who are you? Tell me, for more certainty,
Albeit I'll swear that I do know your tongue.

Lor. Lorenzo, and thy love.

Jes. Lorenzo, certain; and my love, indeed;
For who love I so much? And now who knows,
But you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours?
Lor. Heaven, and thy thoughts, are witness that

thou art.
Jes. Here, catch this casket; it is worth the pains.
I am glad 'tis night, you do not look on me,
For I am much asham’d of my exchange;
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see
The pretty follies that themselves commit;
For if they could, Cupid himself would blush
To see me thus transformed to a boy.
Lor. Descend, for

must be


torch-bearer. Jes. What, must I hold a candle to


They in themselves, good sooth, are too, too light.
Why, 'tis an office of discovery, love;
And I should be obscur’d.

So are you, sweet,
Even in the lovely garnish of a boy.
But come at once;
For the close night doth play the run-away,
And we are staid for at Bassanio's feast.

Jes. I will make fast the doors, and gild myself
With some more ducats, and be with you straight.

[Exit, from above. Gra. Now, by my hood, a Gentile*, and no Jew.

Lor. Beshrew me, but I love her heartily:
For she is wise, if I can judge of her;
And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true;
And true she is, as she hath proved herself ;

A jest arising from the ambiguity of Gentile, which signifies both a heathen and one well born.

And therefore, like herself, wise, fair, and true,
Shall she be placed in my constant soul.

Enter JESSICA, below.
What, art thou comel-On, gentlemen, away;
Our masquing mates by this time for us stay.

[Exit with JESSICA and SALARINO.

Ant. Who's there?
Gra. Signior Antonio?

Ant. Fye, fye, Gratiano! where are all the rest? 'Tis nine o'clock; our friends all stay for

No masque to-night; the wind is come about,
Bassanio presently will go aboard:
I have sent twenty out to seek for you.

Gra. I am glad on't; I desire no more delight, Than to be under sail, and gone to-night. [Exeunt.

SCENE VII. Belmont.

A Room in Portia’s House.Flourish of Cornets. Enter PORTIA, with the Prince of Morocco, and

both their Trains. Por. Go, draw aside the curtains, and discover The several caskets to this noble prince: Now make your choice.

Mor. The first, of gold,who this inscription bears;— Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men desire. The second, silver, which this promise carries;-Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves. This third, dull lead, with warning all as blunt ;Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he hath. How shall I know if I do choose the right?

Por. The one of them contains my picture, prince; If

you choose that, then I am yours withal.

Mor. Some god direct my judgment! Let me see, I will survey the inscriptions back again : What says

this leaden casket? Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he hath. Must give-For what? for lead ? hazard for lead ? This casket threatens: Men, that hazard all, Do it in hope of fair advantages: A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross; I'll then nor give, nor hazard, aught for lead. What

says the silver, with her virgin hue? Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves. As much as he deserves ?-Pause there, Morocco, And weigh thy value with an even hand: If thou be'st rated by thy estimation, Thou dost deserve enough; and yet enough May not extend so far as to the lady; And yet to be afeard of my deserving, Were but a weak disabling of myself. As much as I deserve!—Why, that's the lady: I do in birth deserve her, and in fortunes, In graces, and in qualities of breeding; But more than these, in love I do deserve. What if I stray'd no further, but chose here ?Let's see once more this saying grav'd in gold : Who chooseth me, shall gain what

many men desire. Why, that's the lady; all the world desires her. From the four corners of the earth they come, To kiss this shrine, this mortal breathing saint. The Hyrcanian deserts, and the vasty wilds Of wide Arabia, are as through-fares now, For princes to come view fair Portia : The watery kingdom, whose ambitious head Spits in the face of heaven, is no bar To stop the foreign spirits; but they come, As o'er a brook, to see fair Portia. One of these three contains her heavenly picture.



Is't like, that lead contains her? 'Twere damnation,
To think so base a thought; it were too gross
To rib 1 her cerecloth in the obscure grave.
Or shall I think, in silver she's immur'd,
Being ten times undervalued to try'd gold?
O sinful thought! Never so rich a gem
Was set in worse than gold. They have in England
A coin, that bears the figure of an angel
Stamped in gold; but that's insculp'd 3 upon;
But here an angel in a golden bed
Lies all within.—Deliver me the key;
Here do I choose, and thrive I I

Por. There, take it, prince, and if my form lie there, Then I am yours.

[He unlocks the golden casket. Mor.

O hell! what have we here?
A carrion death, within whose empty eye
There is a written scroll: I'll read the writing.

All that glisters is not gold,
Often have


heard that told:
Many a man his life hath sold,
But my outside to behold:
Gilded tombs do worms infold.

been as wise as bold,
Young in limbs, in judgment old,
Your answer had not been inscroll'd4 :


suit is cold.
Cold, indeed; and labour lost:

Then, farewell, heat; and welcome, frost.Portia, adieu! I have too griev'd a heart To take a tedious leave: thus losers part. [Exit.


Fare you

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1 Enclose. 2 i. e. if compared with tried gold. So before in Act i. Sc. 1,

Her name is Portia, nothing undervalued

To Cato's daughter.'
4 i. e. the answer you have got; namely, · Fare you well !



Por. A gentle riddance : -Draw the curtains,

go; Let all of his complexion choose me so. [Exeunt.


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Salar. Why, man, I saw Bassanio under sail;
With him is Gratiano gone along;
And in their ship, I am sure, Lorenzo is not.

Salan. The villain Jew with outcries rais’d the duke;
Who went with him to search Bassanio's ship.

Salar. He came too late, the ship was under sail ;
But there the duke was given to understand,
That in a gondola were seen together
Lorenzo and his amorous Jessica :
Besides, Antonio certify'd the duke,
They were not with Bassanio in his ship.

Salan. I never heard a passion so confus’d,
So strange, outrageous, and so variable,
As the dog Jew did utter in the streets :
My daughter!-O my ducats !-O my daughter !
Fled with a Christian?-0 my christian ducats !-
Justice! the law! my ducats, and my daughter !
A sealed bag, two sealed bags of ducats,
Of double ducats, stoln from me by my daughter !
And jewels; two stones, two rich and precious stones,
Stoln by my daughter! Justice! find the girl!
She hath the stones upon her, and the ducats !

Salar. Why, all the boys in Venice follow him,
Crying,-his stones, his daughter, and his ducats.

Salan. Let good Antonio look he keep his day, Or he shall


for this. Salar.

Marry, well remember'd:
I reason'd1 with a Frenchman yesterday;
Who told me,- in the narrow seas, that part

1 Conversed.

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