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Actus primus.

Enter Anthonio, Salarino, and Salanio.

Anthonio. In sooth I know not why I am so sad, It wearies me: you say
it wearies you;

But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuffe 'tis made of,
whereof it is borne, I am to learne: and such a Want-wit sadnesse makes
of mee,

That I haue much ado to know my selfe

Sal. Your minde is tossing on the Ocean, There where your Argosies with
portly saile Like Signiors and rich Burgers on the flood, Or as it were
the Pageants of the sea,

Do ouer-peere the pettie Traffiquers

That curtsie to them, do them reuerence

As they flye by them with their wouen wings

Salar. Beleeue me sir, had I such venture forth, The better part of my
affections, would

Be with my hopes abroad. I should be still Plucking the grasse to know
where sits the winde, Peering in Maps for ports, and peers, and rodes:
And euery obiect that might make me feare Misfortune to my ventures,
out of doubt

Would make me sad

Sal. My winde cooling my broth,

Would blow me to an Ague, when I thought

What harme a winde too great might doe at sea. I should not see the
sandie houre-glasse runne, But I should thinke of shallows, and of
flats, And see my wealthy Andrew dock'd in sand, Vailing her high top
lower than her ribs

To kisse her buriall; should I goe to Church And see the holy edifice
of stone,

And not bethinke me straight of dangerous rocks, Which touching but my
gentle Vessel's side Would scatter all her spices on the streame,
Enrobe the roring waters with my silkes,

And in a word, but euen now worth this,

And now worth nothing? Shall I haue the thought To thinke on this, and
shall I lacke the thought That such a thing bechaunc'd would make me
sad? But tell me, I know Anthonio

Is sad to thinke vpon his merchandize

Anth. Beleeue me no, I thanke my fortune for it, My ventures are not in
one bottome trusted, Nor to one place; nor is my whole estate

Vpon the fortune of this present yeere:

Therefore my merchandize makes me not sad

Sola. Why then you are in loue

Anth. Fie, fie

Sola. Not in loue neither: then let vs say you are sad Because you are
not merry: and 'twere as easie For you to laugh and leape, and say you
are merry Because you are not sad. Now by two-headed Ianus, Nature hath
fram'd strange fellowes in her time: Some that will euermore peepe
through their eyes, And laugh like Parrats at a bag-piper.

And other of such vineger aspect,

That they'll not shew their teeth in way of smile, Though Nestor sweare
the iest be laughable. Enter Bassanio, Lorenso, and Gratiano.

Sola. Heere comes Bassanio,

Your most noble Kinsman,

Gratiano, and Lorenso. Fare ye well,

We leaue you now with better company

Sala. I would haue staid till I had made you merry, If worthier friends
had not preuented me

Ant. Your worth is very deere in my regard. I take it your owne busines
calls on you, And you embrace th' occasion to depart

Sal. Good morrow my good Lords

Bass. Good signiorsigniors both, when shall we laugh? say, when? You
grow exceeding strange: must it be so?   Sal. Wee'll make our leysures
to attend on yours.

Exeunt. Salarino, and Solanio.

Lor. My Lord Bassanio, since you haue found Anthonio We two will leaue
you, but at dinner time I pray you haue in minde where we must meete

Bass. I will not faile you

Grat. You looke not well signior Anthonio, You haue too much respect
vpon the world: They loose it that doe buy it with much care, Beleeue
me you are maruellously chang'd

Ant. I hold the world but as the world Gratiano, A stage, where euery
man must play a part, And mine a sad one

Grati. Let me play the foole,

With mirth and laughter let old wrinckles come, And let my Liuer rather
heate with wine,

Then my heart coole with mortifying grones. Why should a man whose
bloud is warme within, Sit like his Grandsire, cut in Alablaster?
Sleepe when he wakes? and creep into the Iaundies By being peeuish? I
tell thee what Anthonio, I loue thee, and it is my loue that speakes:
There are a sort of men, whose visages

Do creame and mantle like a standing pond, And do a wilfull stilnesse
entertaine,

With purpose to be drest in an opinion

Of wisedome, grauity, profound conceit,

As who should say, I am sir an Oracle,

And when I ope my lips, let no dogge barke. O my Anthonio, I do know of
these

That therefore onely are reputed wise,

For saying nothing; when I am verie sure

If they should speake, would almost dam those eares Which hearing them
would call their brothers fooles: Ile tell thee more of this another
time.

But fish not with this melancholly baite

For this foole Gudgin, this opinion:

Come good Lorenzo, faryewell a while,

Ile end my exhortation after dinner

Lor. Well, we will leaue you then till dinner time. I must be one of
these same dumbe wise men. For Gratiano neuer let's me speake

Gra. Well, keepe me company but two yeares mo, Thou shalt not know the
sound of thine owne tongue

Ant. Far you well, Ile grow a talker for this geare

Gra. Thankes ifaith, for silence is onely commendable In a neats tongue
dri'd, and a maid not vendible. Enter.

Ant. It is that any thing now

Bas. Gratiano speakes an infinite deale of nothing, more then any man
in all Venice, his reasons are two graines of wheate hid in two bushels
of chaffe: you shall seeke all day ere you finde them, & when you haue
them they are not worth the search

An. Well: tel me now, what Lady is the same To whom you swore a secret
Pilgrimage

That you to day promis'd to tel me of?

Bas. Tis not vnknowne to you Anthonio

How much I haue disabled mine estate,

By something shewing a more swelling port Then my faint meanes would
grant continuance: Nor do I now make mone to be abridg'd

From such a noble rate, but my cheefe care Is to come fairely off from
the great debts Wherein my time something too prodigall

Hath left me gag'd: to you Anthonio

I owe the most in money, and in loue,

And from your loue I haue a warrantie

To vnburthen all my plots and purposes,

How to get cleere of all the debts I owe

An. I pray you good Bassanio let me know it, And if it stand as you
your selfe still do, Within the eye of honour, be assur'd

My purse, my person, my extreamest meanes Lye all vnlock'd to your
occasions

Bass. In my schoole dayes, when I had lost one shaft I shot his fellow
of the selfesame flight The selfesame way, with more aduised watch To
finde the other forth, and by aduenturing both, I oft found both. I
vrge this child-hoode proofe, Because what followes is pure innocence.

I owe you much, and like a wilfull youth, That which I owe is lost: but
if you please To shoote another arrow that selfe way

Which you did shoot the first, I do not doubt, As I will watch the
ayme: Or to finde both, Or bring your latter hazard backe againe, And
thankfully rest debter for the first

An. You know me well, and herein spend but time To winde about my loue
with circumstance, And out of doubt you doe more wrong

In making question of my vttermost

Then if you had made waste of all I haue: Then doe but say to me what I
should doe

That in your knowledge may by me be done, And I am prest vnto it:
therefore speake

Bass. In Belmont is a Lady richly left, And she is faire, and fairer
then that word, Of wondrous vertues, sometimes from her eyes I did
receiue faire speechlesse messages: Her name is Portia, nothing
vndervallewd

To Cato's daughter, Brutus Portia,

Nor is the wide world ignorant of her worth, For the four windes blow
in from euery coast Renowned sutors, and her sunny locks

Hang on her temples like a golden fleece, Which makes her seat of
Belmont Cholchos strond, And many Iasons come in quest of her.

O my Anthonio, had I but the meanes

To hold a riuall place with one of them,

I haue a minde presages me such thrift,

That I should questionlesse be fortunate

Anth. Thou knowst that all my fortunes are at sea, Neither haue I
money, nor commodity

To raise a present summe, therefore goe forth Try what my credit can in
Venice doe,

That shall be rackt euen to the vttermost, To furnish thee to Belmont
to faire Portia. Goe presently enquire, and so will I

Where money is, and I no question make

To haue it of my trust, or for my sake.

Exeunt.

Enter Portia with her waiting woman Nerissa.

Portia. By my troth Nerrissa, my little body is a wearie of this great
world

Ner. You would be sweet Madam, if your miseries were in the same
abundance as your good fortunes are: and yet for ought I see, they are
as sicke that surfet with too much, as they that starue with nothing;
it is no smal happinesse therefore to bee seated in the meane,
superfluitie comes sooner by white haires, but competencie liues
longer

Portia. Good sentences, and well pronounc'd

Ner. They would be better if well followed

Portia. If to doe were as easie as to know what were good to doe,
Chappels had beene Churches, and poore mens cottages Princes Pallaces:
it is a good Diuine that followes his owne instructions; I can easier
teach twentie what were good to be done, then be one of the twentie to
follow mine owne teaching: the braine may deuise lawes for the blood,
but a hot temper leapes ore a colde decree, such a hare is madnesse the
youth, to skip ore the meshes of good counsaile the cripple; but this
reason is not in fashion to choose me a husband: O mee, the word
choose, I may neither choose whom I would, nor refuse whom I dislike,
so is the wil of a liuing daughter curb'd by the will of a dead father:
it is not hard Nerrissa, that I cannot choose one, nor refuse none

Ner. Your father was euer vertuous, and holy men at their death haue
good inspirations, therefore the lotterie that hee hath deuised in
these three chests of gold, siluer, and leade, whereof who chooses his
meaning, chooses you, wil no doubt neuer be chosen by any rightly, but
one who you shall rightly loue: but what warmth is there in your
affection towards any of these Princely suters that are already come?

Por. I pray thee ouer-name them, and as thou namest them, I will
describe them, and according to my description leuell at my affection

Ner. First there is the Neopolitane Prince

Por. I that's a colt indeede, for he doth nothing but talke of his
horse, and hee makes it a great appropriation to his owne good parts
that he can shoo him himselfe: I am much afraid my Ladie his mother
plaid false with a Smyth

Ner. Than is there the Countie Palentine

Por. He doth nothing but frowne (as who should say, and you will not
haue me, choose: he heares merrie tales and smiles not, I feare hee
will proue the weeping Phylosopher when he growes old, being so full of
vnmannerly sadnesse in his youth.) I had rather to be married to a
deaths head with a bone in his mouth, then to either of these: God
defend me from these two

Ner. How say you by the French Lord, Mounsier Le Boune?

Por. God made him, and therefore let him passe for a man, in truth I
know it is a sinne to be a mocker, but he, why he hath a horse better
then the Neopolitans, a better bad habite of frowning then the Count
Palentine, he is euery man in no man, if a Trassell sing, he fals
straight a capring, he will fence with his owne shadow. If I should
marry him, I should marry twentie husbands: if hee would despise me, I
would forgiue him, for if he loue me to madnesse, I should neuer
requite him

Ner. What say you then to Fauconbridge, the yong Baron of England?

Por. You know I say nothing to him, for hee vnderstands not me, nor I
him: he hath neither Latine, French, nor Italian, and you will come
into the Court & sweare that I haue a poore pennie-worth in the
English: hee is a proper mans picture, but alas who can conuerse with a
dumbe show? how odly he is suited, I thinke he bought his doublet in
Italie, his round hose in France, his bonnet in Germanie, and his
behauiour euery where

Ner. What thinke you of the other Lord his neighbour?   Por. That he
hath a neighbourly charitie in him, for he borrowed a boxe of the eare
of the Englishman, and swore he would pay him againe when hee was able:
I thinke the Frenchman became his suretie, and seald vnder for another

Ner. How like you the yong Germaine, the Duke of Saxonies Nephew?

Por. Very vildely in the morning when hee is sober, and most vildely in
the afternoone when hee is drunke: when he is best, he is a little
worse then a man, and when he is worst, he is little better then a
beast: and the worst fall that euer fell, I hope I shall make shift to
go without him

Ner. If he should offer to choose, and choose the right Casket, you
should refuse to performe your Fathers will, if you should refuse to
accept him

Por. Therefore for feare of the worst, I pray thee set a deepe glasse
of Reinish-wine on the contrary Casket, for if the diuell be within,
and that temptation without, I know he will choose it. I will doe any
thing Nerrissa ere I will be married to a spunge

Ner. You neede not feare Lady the hauing any of these Lords, they haue
acquainted me with their determinations, which is indeede to returne to
their home, and to trouble you with no more suite, vnlesse you may be
won by some other sort then your Fathers imposition, depending on the
Caskets

Por. If I liue to be as olde as Sibilla, I will dye as chaste as Diana:
vnlesse I be obtained by the manner of my Fathers will: I am glad this
parcell of wooers are so reasonable, for there is not one among them
but I doate on his verie absence: and I wish them a faire departure

Ner. Doe you not remember Ladie in your Fathers time, a Venecian, a
Scholler and a Souldior that came hither in companie of the Marquesse
of Mountferrat?   Por. Yes, yes, it was Bassanio, as I thinke, so was
hee call'd

Ner. True Madam, hee of all the men that euer my foolish eyes look'd
vpon, was the best deseruing a faire Lady

Por. I remember him well, and I remember him worthy of thy praise.

Enter a Seruingman.

Ser. The four Strangers seeke you Madam to take their leaue: and there
is a fore-runner come from a fift, the Prince of Moroco, who brings
word the Prince his Maister will be here to night

Por. If I could bid the fift welcome with so good heart as I can bid
the other foure farewell, I should be glad of his approach: if he haue
the condition of a Saint, and the complexion of a diuell, I had rather
hee should shriue me then wiue me. Come Nerrissa, sirra go before;
whiles wee shut the gate vpon one wooer, another knocks at the doore.

Exeunt.

Enter Bassanio with Shylocke the Iew.

Shy. Three thousand ducates, well

Bass. I sir, for three months

Shy. For three months, well

Bass. For the which, as I told you,

Anthonio shall be bound

Shy. Anthonio shall become bound, well

Bass. May you sted me? Will you pleasure me? Shall I know your answere

Shy. Three thousand ducats for three months, and Anthonio bound

Bass. Your answere to that

Shy. Anthonio is a good man

Bass. Haue you heard any imputation to the contrary

Shy. Ho no, no, no, no: my meaning in saying he is a good man, is to
haue you vnderstand me that he is sufficient, yet his meanes are in
supposition: he hath an Argosie bound to Tripolis, another to the
Indies, I vnderstand moreouer vpon the Ryalta, he hath a third at
Mexico, a fourth for England, and other ventures hee hath squandred
abroad, but ships are but boords, Saylers but men, there be land rats,
and water rats, water theeues, and land theeues, I meane Pyrats, and
then there is the perrill of waters, windes, and rocks: the man is not
withstanding sufficient, three thousand ducats, I thinke I may take his
bond

Bas. Be assured you may

Iew. I will be assured I may: and that I may be assured, I will
bethinke mee, may I speake with Anthonio?   Bass. If it please you to
dine with vs

Iew. Yes, to smell porke, to eate of the habitation which your Prophet
the Nazarite coniured the diuell into: I will buy with you, sell with
you, talke with you, walke with you, and so following: but I will not
eate with you, drinke with you, nor pray with you. What newes on the
Ryalta, who is he comes here? Enter Anthonio.

Bass. This is signior Anthonio

Iew. How like a fawning publican he lookes. I hate him for he is a
Christian:

But more, for that in low simplicitie

He lends out money gratis, and brings downe The rate of vsance here
with vs in Venice. If I can catch him once vpon the hip,

I will feede fat the ancient grudge I beare him. He hates our sacred
Nation, and he railes Euen there where Merchants most doe congregate On
me, my bargaines, and my well-worne thrift, Which he cals interrest:
Cursed by my Trybe If I forgiue him

Bass. Shylock, doe you heare

Shy. I am debating of my present store, And by the neere gesse of my
memorie

I cannot instantly raise vp the grosse

Of full three thousand ducats: what of that? Tuball a wealthy Hebrew of
my Tribe

Will furnish me: but soft, how many months Doe you desire? Rest you
faire good signior, Your worship was the last man in our mouthes

Ant. Shylocke, albeit I neither lend nor borrow By taking, nor by
giuing of excesse,

Yet to supply the ripe wants of my friend, Ile breake a custome: is he
yet possest

How much he would?

Shy. I, I, three thousand ducats

Ant. And for three months

Shy. I had forgot, three months, you told me so. Well then, your bond:
and let me see, but heare you, Me thoughts you said, you neither lend
nor borrow Vpon aduantage

Ant. I doe neuer vse it

Shy. When Iacob graz'd his vncle Labans sheepe, This Iacob from our
holy Abram was

(As his wise mother wrought in his behalfe) The third possesser; I, he
was the third

Ant. And what of him, did he take interrest?   Shy. No, not take
interest, not as you would say Directly interest, marke what Iacob
did,

When Laban and himselfe were compremyz'd

That all the eanelings which were streakt and pied Should fall as
Iacobs hier, the Ewes being rancke, In end of Autumne turned to the
Rammes,

And when the worke of generation was

Betweene these woolly breeders in the act, The skilfull shepheard pil'd
me certaine wands, And in the dooing of the deede of kinde,

He stucke them vp before the fulsome Ewes, Who then conceauing, did in
eaning time

Fall party-colour'd lambs, and those were Iacobs. This was a way to
thriue, and he was blest: And thrift is blessing if men steale it not

Ant. This was a venture sir that Iacob seru'd for, A thing not in his
power to bring to passe, But sway'd and fashion'd by the hand of
heauen. Was this inserted to make interrest good? Or is your gold and
siluer Ewes and Rams?   Shy. I cannot tell, I make it breede as fast,
But note me signior

Ant. Marke you this Bassanio,

The diuell can cite Scripture for his purpose, An euill soule producing
holy witnesse,

Is like a villaine with a smiling cheeke, A goodly apple rotten at the
heart.

O what a goodly outside falsehood hath

Shy. Three thousand ducats, 'tis a good round sum. Three months from
twelue, then let me see the rate

Ant. Well Shylocke, shall we be beholding to you?   Shy. Signior
Anthonio, many a time and oft In the Ryalto you haue rated me

About my monies and my vsances:

Still haue I borne it with a patient shrug, (For suffrance is the badge
of all our Tribe.)

You call me misbeleeuer, cut-throate dog, And spet vpon my Iewish
gaberdine,

And all for vse of that which is mine owne. Well then, it now appeares
you neede my helpe: Goe to then, you come to me, and you say, Shylocke,
we would haue moneyes, you say so: You that did voide your rume vpon my
beard, And foote me as you spurne a stranger curre Ouer your threshold,
moneyes is your suite. What should I say to you? Should I not say, Hath
a dog money? Is it possible

A curre should lend three thousand ducats? or Shall I bend low, and in
a bond-mans key

With bated breath, and whispring humblenesse, Say this: Faire sir, you
spet on me on Wednesday last; You spurn'd me such a day; another time

You cald me dog: and for these curtesies

Ile lend you thus much moneyes

Ant. I am as like to call thee so againe, To spet on thee againe, to
spurne thee too. If thou wilt lend this money, lend it not As to thy
friends, for when did friendship take A breede of barraine mettall of
his friend? But lend it rather to thine enemie,

Who if he breake, thou maist with better face Exact the penalties

Shy. Why looke you how you storme,

I would be friends with you, and haue your loue, Forget the shames that
you haue staind me with, Supplie your present wants, and take no doite
Of vsance for my moneyes, and youle not heare me, This is kinde I
offer

Bass. This were kindnesse

Shy. This kindnesse will I showe,

Goe with me to a Notarie, seale me there

Your single bond, and in a merrie sport

If you repaie me not on such a day,

In such a place, such sum or sums as are

Exprest in the condition, let the forfeite Be nominated for an equall
pound

Of your faire flesh, to be cut off and taken In what part of your bodie
it pleaseth me

Ant. Content infaith, Ile seale to such a bond, And say there is much
kindnesse in the Iew

Bass. You shall not seale to such a bond for me, Ile rather dwell in my
necessitie

Ant. Why feare not man, I will not forfaite it, Within these two
months, that's a month before This bond expires, I doe expect returne

Of thrice three times the valew of this bond

Shy. O father Abram, what these Christians are, Whose owne hard
dealings teaches them suspect The thoughts of others: Praie you tell me
this, If he should breake his daie, what should I gaine By the exaction
of the forfeiture?

A pound of mans flesh taken from a man,

Is not so estimable, profitable neither

As flesh of Muttons, Beefes, or Goates, I say To buy his fauour, I
extend this friendship, If he will take it, so: if not adiew,

And for my loue I praie you wrong me not

Ant. Yes Shylocke, I will seale vnto this bond

Shy. Then meete me forthwith at the Notaries, Giue him direction for
this merrie bond,

And I will goe and purse the ducats straite. See to my house left in
the fearefull gard Of an vnthriftie knaue: and presentlie

Ile be with you.

Enter.

Ant. Hie thee gentle Iew. This Hebrew will turne Christian, he growes
kinde

Bass. I like not faire tearmes, and a villaines minde

Ant. Come on, in this there can be no dismaie, My Shippes come home a
month before the daie.

Exeunt.



Actus Secundus.

Enter Morochus a tawnie Moore all in white, and three or foure
followers

accordingly, with Portia, Nerrissa, and their traine. Flo. Cornets.

Mor. Mislike me not for my complexion,

The shadowed liuerie of the burnisht sunne, To whom I am a neighbour,
and neere bred. Bring me the fairest creature North-ward borne, Where
Phoebus fire scarce thawes the ysicles, And let vs make incision for
your loue,

To proue whose blood is reddest, his or mine. I tell thee Ladie this
aspect of mine

Hath feard the valiant, (by my loue I sweare) The best regarded Virgins
of our Clyme

Haue lou'd it to: I would not change this hue, Except to steale your
thoughts my gentle Queene

Por. In tearmes of choise I am not solie led By nice direction of a
maidens eies:

Besides, the lottrie of my destenie

Bars me the right of voluntarie choosing: But if my Father had not
scanted me,

And hedg'd me by his wit to yeelde my selfe His wife, who wins me by
that meanes I told you, Your selfe (renowned Prince) than stood as
faire As any commer I haue look'd on yet

For my affection

Mor. Euen for that I thanke you,

Therefore I pray you leade me to the Caskets To trie my fortune: By
this Symitare

That slew the Sophie, and a Persian Prince That won three fields of
Sultan Solyman,

I would ore-stare the sternest eies that looke: Out-braue the heart
most daring on the earth: Plucke the yong sucking Cubs from the she
Beare, Yea, mocke the Lion when he rores for pray To win the Ladie. But
alas, the while

If Hercules and Lychas plaie at dice

Which is the better man, the greater throw May turne by fortune from
the weaker hand: So is Alcides beaten by his rage,

And so may I, blinde fortune leading me

Misse that which one vnworthier may attaine, And die with grieuing

Port. You must take your chance,

And either not attempt to choose at all,

Or sweare before you choose, if you choose wrong Neuer to speake to
Ladie afterward

In way of marriage, therefore be aduis'd

Mor. Nor will not, come bring me vnto my chance

Por. First forward to the temple, after dinner Your hazard shall be
made

Mor. Good fortune then,

Cornets.

To make me blest or cursed'st among men.

Exeunt.

Enter the Clowne alone.

Clo. Certainely, my conscience will serue me to run from this Iew my
Maister: the fiend is at mine elbow, and tempts me, saying to me,
Iobbe, Launcelet Iobbe, good Launcelet, or good Iobbe, or good
Launcelet Iobbe, vse your legs, take the start, run awaie: my
conscience saies no; take heede honest Launcelet, take heed honest
Iobbe, or as afore-said honest Launcelet Iobbe, doe not runne, scorne
running with thy heeles; well, the most coragious fiend bids me packe,
fia saies the fiend, away saies the fiend, for the heauens rouse vp a
braue minde saies the fiend, and run; well, my conscience hanging about
the necke of my heart, saies verie wisely to me: my honest friend
Launcelet, being an honest mans sonne, or rather an honest womans
sonne, for indeede my Father did something smack, something grow too;
he had a kinde of taste; wel, my conscience saies Lancelet bouge not,
bouge saies the fiend, bouge not saies my conscience, conscience say I
you counsaile well, fiend say I you counsaile well, to be rul'd by my
conscience I should stay with the Iew my Maister, (who God blesse the
marke) is a kinde of diuell; and to run away from the Iew I should be
ruled by the fiend, who sauing your reuerence is the diuell himselfe:
certainely the Iew is the verie diuell incarnation, and in my
conscience, my conscience is a kinde of hard conscience, to offer to
counsaile me to stay with the Iew; the fiend giues the more friendly
counsaile: I will runne fiend, my heeles are at your commandement, I
will runne.

Enter old Gobbe with a Basket.

Gob. Maister yong-man, you I praie you, which is the waie to Maister
Iewes?

Lan. O heauens, this is my true begotten Father, who being more then
sand-blinde, high grauel blinde, knows me not, I will trie confusions
with him



Gob. Maister yong Gentleman, I praie you which is the waie to Maister
Iewes

Laun. Turne vpon your right hand at the next turning, but at the next
turning of all on your left; marrie at the verie next turning, turne of
no hand, but turn down indirectlie to the Iewes house

Gob. Be Gods sonties 'twill be a hard waie to hit, can you tell me
whether one Launcelet that dwels with him dwell with him or no

Laun. Talke you of yong Master Launcelet, marke me now, now will I
raise the waters; talke you of yong Maister Launcelet?

Gob. No Maister sir, but a poore mans sonne, his Father though I say't
is an honest exceeding poore man, and God be thanked well to liue

Lan. Well, let his Father be what a will, wee talke of yong Maister
Launcelet

Gob. Your worships friend and Launcelet

Laun. But I praie you ergo old man, ergo I beseech you, talke you of
yong Maister Launcelet

Gob. Of Launcelet, ant please your maistership

Lan. Ergo Maister Lancelet, talke not of maister Lancelet Father, for
the yong gentleman according to fates and destinies, and such odde
sayings, the sisters three, & such branches of learning, is indeede
deceased, or as you would say in plaine tearmes, gone to heauen

Gob. Marrie God forbid, the boy was the verie staffe of my age, my
verie prop

Lau. Do I look like a cudgell or a houell-post, a staffe or a prop: doe
you know me Father

Gob. Alacke the day, I know you not yong Gentleman, but I praie you
tell me, is my boy God rest his soule aliue or dead

Lan. Doe you not know me Father

Gob. Alacke sir I am sand blinde, I know you not

Lan. Nay, indeede if you had your eies you might faile of the knowing
me: it is a wise Father that knowes his owne childe. Well, old man, I
will tell you newes of your son, giue me your blessing, truth will come
to light, murder cannot be hid long, a mans sonne may, but in the end
truth will out

Gob. Praie you sir stand vp, I am sure you are not Lancelet my boy

Lan. Praie you let's haue no more fooling about it, but giue mee your
blessing: I am Lancelet your boy that was, your sonne that is, your
childe that shall be

Gob. I cannot thinke you are my sonne

Lan. I know not what I shall thinke of that: but I am Lancelet the
Iewes man, and I am sure Margerie your wife is my mother

Gob. Her name is Margerie indeede, Ile be sworne if thou be Lancelet,
thou art mine owne flesh and blood: Lord worshipt might he be, what a
beard hast thou got; thou hast got more haire on thy chin, then Dobbin
my philhorse has on his taile

Lan. It should seeme then that Dobbins taile growes backeward. I am
sure he had more haire of his taile then I haue of my face when I last
saw him

Gob. Lord how art thou chang'd: how doost thou and thy Master agree, I
haue brought him a present; how gree you now?

Lan. Well, well, but for mine owne part, as I haue set vp my rest to
run awaie, so I will not rest till I haue run some ground; my Maister's
a verie Iew, giue him a present, giue him a halter, I am famisht in his
seruice. You may tell euerie finger I haue with my ribs: Father I am
glad you are come, giue me your present to one Maister Bassanio, who
indeede giues rare new Liuories, if I serue not him, I will run as far
as God has anie ground. O rare fortune, here comes the man, to him
Father, for I am a Iew if I serue the Iew anie longer.

Enter Bassanio with a follower or two.

Bass. You may doe so, but let it be so hasted that supper be readie at
the farthest by fiue of the clocke: see these Letters deliuered, put
the Liueries to making, and desire Gratiano to come anone to my
lodging

Lan. To him Father

Gob. God blesse your worship

Bass. Gramercie, would'st thou ought with me

Gob. Here's my sonne sir, a poore boy

Lan. Not a poore boy sir, but the rich Iewes man that would sir as my
Father shall specifie

Gob. He hath a great infection sir, as one would say to serue

Lan. Indeede the short and the long is, I serue the Iew, and haue a
desire as my Father shall specifie

Gob. His Maister and he (sauing your worships reuerence) are scarce
catercosins

Lan. To be briefe, the verie truth is, that the Iew hauing done me
wrong, doth cause me as my Father being I hope an old man shall
frutifie vnto you

Gob. I haue here a dish of Doues that I would bestow vpon your worship,
and my suite is

Lan. In verie briefe, the suite is impertinent to my selfe, as your
worship shall know by this honest old man, and though I say it, though
old man, yet poore man my Father

Bass. One speake for both, what would you?   Lan. Serue you sir

Gob. That is the verie defect of the matter sir

Bass. I know thee well, thou hast obtain'd thy suite, Shylocke thy
Maister spoke with me this daie, And hath prefer'd thee, if it be
preferment To leaue a rich Iewes seruice, to become

The follower of so poore a Gentleman

Clo. The old prouerbe is verie well parted betweene my Maister Shylocke
and you sir, you haue the grace of God sir, and he hath enough

Bass. Thou speak'st well; go Father with thy Son, Take leaue of thy old
Maister, and enquire My lodging out, giue him a Liuerie

More garded then his fellowes: see it done

Clo. Father in, I cannot get a seruice, no, I haue nere a tongue in my
head, well: if anie man in Italie haue a fairer table which doth offer
to sweare vpon a booke, I shall haue good fortune; goe too, here's a
simple line of life, here's a small trifle of wiues, alas, fifteene
wiues is nothing, a leuen widdowes and nine maides is a simple comming
in for one man, and then to scape drowning thrice, and to be in perill
of my life with the edge of a featherbed, here are simple scapes: well,
if Fortune be a woman, she's a good wench for this gere: Father come,
Ile take my leaue of the Iew in the twinkling.

Exit Clowne.

Bass. I praie thee good Leonardo thinke on this, These things being
bought and orderly bestowed Returne in haste, for I doe feast to night
My best esteemd acquaintance, hie thee goe

Leon. my best endeuors shall be done herein.

Exit Le.

Enter Gratiano.

Gra. Where's your Maister

Leon. Yonder sir he walkes

Gra. Signior Bassanio

Bas. Gratiano

Gra. I haue a sute to you

Bass. You haue obtain'd it

Gra. You must not denie me, I must goe with you to Belmont

Bass. Why then you must: but heare thee Gratiano, Thou art to wilde, to
rude, and bold of voyce, Parts that become thee happily enough,

And in such eyes as ours appeare not faults; But where they are not
knowne, why there they show Something too liberall, pray thee take
paine To allay with some cold drops of modestie Thy skipping spirit,
least through thy wilde behauiour I be misconsterd in the place I goe
to,

And loose my hopes

Gra. Signor Bassanio, heare me,

If I doe not put on a sober habite,

Talke with respect, and sweare but now and than, Weare prayer bookes in
my pocket, looke demurely, Nay more, while grace is saying hood mine
eyes Thus with my hat, and sigh and say Amen:

Vse all the obseruance of ciuillitie

Like one well studied in a sad ostent

To please his Grandam, neuer trust me more

Bas. Well, we shall see your bearing

Gra. Nay but I barre to night, you shall not gage me By what we doe to
night

Bas. No that were pittie,

I would intreate you rather to put on

Your boldest suite of mirth, for we haue friends That purpose
merriment: but far you well, I haue some businesse

Gra. And I must to Lorenso and the rest, But we will visite you at
supper time.

Exeunt.

Enter Iessica and the Clowne.

Ies. I am sorry thou wilt leaue my Father so, Our house is hell, and
thou a merrie diuell Did'st rob it of some taste of tediousnesse; But
far thee well, there is a ducat for thee, And Lancelet, soone at supper
shalt thou see Lorenzo, who is thy new Maisters guest,

Giue him this Letter, doe it secretly,

And so farewell: I would not haue my Father see me talke with thee



Clo. Adue, teares exhibit my tongue, most beautifull Pagan, most
sweete Iew, if a Christian doe not play the knaue and get thee, I am
much deceiued; but adue, these foolish drops doe somewhat drowne my
manly spirit: adue.

Enter.

Ies. Farewell good Lancelet.

Alacke, what hainous sinne is it in me

To be ashamed to be my Fathers childe,

But though I am a daughter to his blood,

I am not to his manners: O Lorenzo,

If thou keepe promise I shall end this strife, Become a Christian, and
thy louing wife.

Enter.

Enter Gratiano, Lorenzo, Salarino, and Salanio.

Lor. Nay, we will slinke away in supper time, Disguise vs at my
lodging, and returne all in an houre

Gra. We haue not made good preparation

Sal. We haue not spoke vs yet of Torch-bearers

Sol. 'Tis vile vnlesse it may be quaintly ordered, And better in my
minde not vndertooke

Lor. 'Tis now but foure of clock, we haue two houres To furnish vs;
friend Lancelet what's the newes. Enter Lancelet with a Letter.

Lan. And it shall please you to breake vp this, shall it seeme to
signifie

Lor. I know the hand, in faith 'tis a faire hand And whiter then the
paper it writ on,

Is the faire hand that writ

Gra. Loue newes in faith

Lan. By your leaue sir

Lor. Whither goest thou?

Lan. Marry sir to bid my old Master the Iew to sup to night with my new
Master the Christian

Lor. Hold here, take this, tell gentle Iessica I will not faile her,
speake it priuately: Go Gentlemen, will you prepare you for this Maske
to night,

I am prouided of a Torch-bearer.

Exit. Clowne

Sal. I marry, ile be gone about it strait

Sol. And so will I

Lor. Meete me and Gratiano at Gratianos lodging Some houre hence

Sal. 'Tis good we do so.

Enter.

Gra. Was not that Letter from faire Iessica?   Lor. I must needes tell
thee all, she hath directed How I shall take her from her Fathers
house, What gold and iewels she is furnisht with, What Pages suite she
hath in readinesse:

If ere the Iew her Father come to heauen, It will be for his gentle
daughters sake; And neuer dare misfortune crosse her foote, Vnlesse she
doe it vnder this excuse,

That she is issue to a faithlesse Iew:

Come goe with me, pervse this as thou goest, Faire Iessica shall be my
Torch-bearer.

Enter.

Enter Iew, and his man that was the Clowne.

Iew. Well, thou shall see, thy eyes shall be thy iudge, The difference
of old Shylocke and Bassanio; What Iessica, thou shalt not gurmandize

As thou hast done with me: what Iessica?

And sleepe, and snore, and rend apparrell out. Why Iessica I say

Clo. Why Iessica

Shy. Who bids thee call? I do not bid thee call

Clo. Your worship was wont to tell me

I could doe nothing without bidding.

Enter Iessica.

Ies. Call you? what is your will?

Shy. I am bid forth to supper Iessica,

There are my Keyes: but wherefore should I go? I am not bid for loue,
they flatter me,

But yet Ile goe in hate, to feede vpon

The prodigall Christian. Iessica my girle, Looke to my house, I am
right loath to goe, There is some ill a bruing towards my rest, For I
did dreame of money bags to night

Clo. I beseech you sir goe, my yong Master Doth expect your reproach

Shy. So doe I his

Clo. And they haue conspired together, I will not say you shall see a
Maske, but if you doe, then it was not for nothing that my nose fell a
bleeding on blacke monday last, at six a clocke ith morning, falling
out that yeere on ashwensday was foure yeere in th' afternoone

Shy. What are their maskes? heare you me Iessica, Lock vp my doores,
and when you heare the drum And the vile squealing of the wry-neckt
Fife, Clamber not you vp to the casements then, Nor thrust your head
into the publique streete To gaze on Christian fooles with varnisht
faces: But stop my houses eares, I meane my casements, Let not the
sound of shallow fopperie enter My sober house. By Iacobs staffe I
sweare, I haue no minde of feasting forth to night: But I will goe: goe
you before me sirra,

Say I will come

Clo. I will goe before sir,

Mistris looke out at window for all this; There will come a Christian
by,

Will be worth a Iewes eye

Shy. What saies that foole of Hagars off-spring? ha

Ies. His words were farewell mistris, nothing else

Shy. The patch is kinde enough, but a huge feeder: Snaile-slow in
profit, but he sleepes by day More then the wilde-cat: drones hiue not
with me, Therefore I part with him, and part with him To one that I
would haue him helpe to waste His borrowed purse. Well Iessica goe in,

Perhaps I will returne immediately;

Doe as I bid you, shut dores after you, fast binde, fast finde,

A prouerbe neuer stale in thriftie minde. Enter.

Ies. Farewell, and if my fortune be not crost, I haue a Father, you a
daughter lost.

Enter.

Enter the Maskers, Gratiano and Salino.

Gra. This is the penthouse vnder which Lorenzo Desired vs to make a
stand

Sal. His houre is almost past

Gra. And it is meruaile he out-dwels his houre, For louers euer run
before the clocke

Sal. O ten times faster Venus Pidgions flye To steale loues bonds new
made, then they are wont To keepe obliged faith vnforfaited

Gra. That euer holds, who riseth from a feast With that keene appetite
that he sits downe? Where is the horse that doth vntread againe His
tedious measures with the vnbated fire, That he did pace them first:
all things that are, Are with more spirit chased then enioy'd. How like
a yonger or a prodigall

The skarfed barke puts from her natiue bay, Hudg'd and embraced by the
strumpet winde: How like a prodigall doth she returne

With ouer-wither'd ribs and ragged sailes, Leane, rent, and begger'd by
the strumpet winde? Enter Lorenzo.

Salino. Heere comes Lorenzo, more of this hereafter

Lor. Sweete friends, your patience for my long abode, Not I, but my
affaires haue made you wait; When you shall please to play the theeues
for wiues Ile watch as long for you then: approach

Here dwels my father Iew. Hoa, who's within?

Iessica aboue.

Iess. Who are you? tell me for more certainty, Albeit Ile sweare that I
do know your tongue

Lor. Lorenzo, and thy Loue

Ies. Lorenzo certaine, and my loue indeed, For who loue I so much? and
now who knowes But you Lorenzo, whether I am yours?

Lor. Heauen and thy thoughts are witness that thou art

Ies. Heere, catch this casket, it is worth the paines, I am glad 'tis
night, you do not looke on me, For I am much asham'd of my exchange:

But loue is blinde, and louers cannot see The pretty follies that
themselues commit, For if they could, Cupid himselfe would blush To see
me thus transformed to a boy

Lor. Descend, for you must be my torch-bearer

Ies. What, must I hold a Candle to my shames? They in themselues
goodsooth are too too light. Why, 'tis an office of discouery Loue,

And I should be obscur'd

Lor. So you are sweet,

Euen in the louely 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

Ies. I will make fast the doores and guild my selfe With some more
ducats, and be with you straight

Gra. Now by my hood, a gentle, and no Iew

Lor. Beshrew me but I loue her heartily. For she is wise, if I can
iudge of her.

And faire she is, if that mine eyes be true, And true she is, as she
hath prou'd her selfe: And therefore like her selfe, wise, faire, and
true, Shall she be placed in my constant soule. Enter Iessica.

What, art thou come? on gentlemen, away,

Our masking mates by this time for vs stay. Enter.

Enter Anthonio.

Ant. Who's there?

Gra. Signior Anthonio?

Ant. Fie, fie, Gratiano, where are all the rest? 'Tis nine a clocke,
our friends all stay for you, No maske to night, the winde is come
about, Bassanio presently will goe aboord,

I haue sent twenty out to seeke for you

Gra. I am glad on't, I desire no more delight Then to be vnder saile,
and gone to night.

Exeunt.

Enter Portia with Morrocho, and both their traines.

Por. Goe, draw aside the curtaines, and discouer The seuerall Caskets
to this noble Prince: Now make your choyse

Mor. The first of gold, who this inscription beares, Who chooseth me,
shall gaine what men desire. The second siluer, which this promise
carries, Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserues. This third,
dull lead, with warning all as blunt, Who chooseth me, must giue and
hazard all he hath. How shall I know if I doe choose the right? How
shall I know if I doe choose the right

Por. The one of them containes my picture Prince, If you choose that,
then I am yours withall

Mor. Some God direct my iudgement, let me see, I will suruay the
inscriptions, backe againe: What saies this leaden casket?

Who chooseth me, must giue and hazard all he hath. Must giue, for what?
for lead, hazard for lead? This casket threatens men that hazard all
Doe it in hope of faire aduantages:

A golden minde stoopes not to showes of drosse, Ile then nor giue nor
hazard ought for lead. What saies the Siluer with her virgin hue? Who
chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserues. As much as he deserues;
pause there Morocho, And weigh thy value with an euen hand,

If thou beest rated by thy estimation

Thou doost deserue enough, and yet enough May not extend so farre as to
the Ladie:

And yet to be afeard of my deseruing,

Were but a weake disabling of my selfe.

As much as I deserue, why that's the Lady. I doe in birth deserue her,
and in fortunes, In graces, and in qualities of breeding:

But more then these, in loue I doe deserue. What if I strai'd no
farther, but chose here? Let's see once more this saying grau'd in
gold. Who chooseth me shall gaine what many men desire: Why that's the
Lady, all the world desires her: From the foure corners of the earth
they come To kisse this shrine, this mortall breathing Saint. The
Hircanion deserts, and the vaste wildes Of wide Arabia are as
throughfares now

For Princes to come view faire Portia.

The waterie Kingdome, whose ambitious head Spets in the face of heauen,
is no barre

To stop the forraine spirits, but they come As ore a brooke to see
faire Portia.

One of these three containes her heauenly picture. Is't like that Lead
containes her? 'twere damnation To thinke so base a thought, it were
too grose To rib her searecloath in the obscure graue: Or shall I
thinke in Siluer she's immur'd Being ten times vndervalued to tride
gold; O sinfull thought, neuer so rich a Iem

Was set in worse then gold! They haue in England A coyne that beares
the figure of an Angell Stampt in gold, but that's insculpt vpon: But
here an Angell in a golden bed

Lies all within. Deliuer me the key:

Here doe I choose, and thriue I as I may

Por. There take it Prince, and if my forme lye there Then I am yours

Mor. O hell! what haue we here, a carrion death, Within whose emptie
eye there is a written scroule; Ile reade the writing.

All that glisters is not gold,

Often haue you heard that told;

Many a man his life hath sold

But my outside to behold;

Guilded timber doe wormes infold:

Had you beene as wise as bold,

Yong in limbs, in iudgement old,

Your answere had not beene inscrold,

Fareyouwell, your suite is cold,

Mor. Cold indeede, and labour lost,

Then farewell heate, and welcome frost:

Portia adew, I haue too grieu'd a heart

To take a tedious leaue: thus loosers part. Enter.

Por. A gentle riddance: draw the curtaines, go: Let all of his
complexion choose me so.

Exeunt.

Enter Salarino and Solanio.

Flo. Cornets

Sal. Why man I saw Bassanio vnder sayle; With him is Gratiano gone
along;

And in their ship I am sure Lorenzo is not

Sol. The villaine Iew with outcries raisd the Duke. Who went with him
to search Bassanios ship

Sal. He comes too late, the ship was vndersaile; But there the Duke was
giuen to vnderstand That in a Gondilo were seene together

Lorenzo and his amorous Iessica.

Besides, Anthonio certified the Duke

They were not with Bassanio in his ship

Sol. I neuer heard a passion so confusd, So strange, outragious, and so
variable,

As the dogge Iew did vtter in the streets; My daughter, O my ducats, O
my daughter,

Fled with a Christian, O my Christian ducats! Iustice, the law, my
ducats, and my daughter; A sealed bag, two sealed bags of ducats,

Of double ducats, stolne from me by my daughter, And iewels, two
stones, two rich and precious stones, Stolne by my daughter: iustice,
finde the girle, She hath the stones vpon her, and the ducats

Sal. Why all the boyes in Venice follow him, Crying his stones, his
daughter, and his ducats

Sol. Let good Anthonio looke he keepe his day Or he shall pay for this

Sal. Marry well remembred,

I reason'd with a Frenchman yesterday,

Who told me, in the narrow seas that part The French and English, there
miscaried

A vessell of our countrey richly fraught: I thought vpon Anthonio when
he told me,

And wisht in silence that it were not his

Sol. You were best to tell Anthonio what you heare. Yet doe not
suddainely, for it may grieue him

Sal. A kinder Gentleman treads not the earth, I saw Bassanio and
Anthonio part,

Bassanio told him he would make some speede Of his returne: he
answered, doe not so,

Slubber not businesse for my sake Bassanio, But stay the very riping of
the time,

And for the Iewes bond which he hath of me, Let it not enter in your
minde of loue:

Be merry, and imploy your chiefest thoughts To courtship, and such
faire ostents of loue As shall conueniently become you there;

And euen there his eye being big with teares, Turning his face, he put
his hand behinde him, And with affection wondrous sencible

He wrung Bassanios hand, and so they parted

Sol. I thinke he onely loues the world for him, I pray thee let vs goe
and finde him out

And quicken his embraced heauinesse

With some delight or other

Sal. Doe we so.

Exeunt.

Enter Nerrissa and a Seruiture.

Ner. Quick, quick I pray thee, draw the curtain strait, The Prince of
Arragon hath tane his oath, And comes to his election presently.

Enter Arragon, his traine, and Portia. Flor. Cornets.

Por. Behold, there stand the caskets noble Prince, If you choose that
wherein I am contain'd, Straight shall our nuptiall rights be
solemniz'd: But if thou faile, without more speech my Lord, You must be
gone from hence immediately

Ar. I am enioynd by oath to obserue three things; First, neuer to
vnfold to any one

Which casket 'twas I chose; next, if I faile Of the right casket, neuer
in my life

To wooe a maide in way of marriage:

Lastly, if I doe faile in fortune of my choyse, Immediately to leaue
you, and be gone

Por. To these iniunctions euery one doth sweare That comes to hazard
for my worthlesse selfe

Ar. And so haue I addrest me, fortune now To my hearts hope: gold,
siluer, and base lead. Who chooseth me must giue and hazard all he
hath. You shall looke fairer ere I giue or hazard. What saies the
golden chest, ha, let me see. Who chooseth me, shall gaine what many
men desire: What many men desire, that many may be meant By the foole
multitude that choose by show, Not learning more then the fond eye doth
teach, Which pries not to th' interior, but like the Martlet Builds in
the weather on the outward wall, Euen in the force and rode of
casualtie.

I will not choose what many men desire,

Because I will not iumpe with common spirits, And ranke me with the
barbarous multitudes. Why then to thee thou Siluer treasure house, Tell
me once more, what title thou doost beare; Who chooseth me shall get as
much as he deserues: And well said too; for who shall goe about To
cosen Fortune, and be honourable

Without the stampe of merrit, let none presume To weare an vndeserued
dignitie:

O that estates, degrees, and offices,

Were not deriu'd corruptly, and that cleare honour Were purchast by the
merrit of the wearer; How many then should couer that stand bare? How
many be commanded that command?

How much low pleasantry would then be gleaned From the true seede of
honor? And how much honor Pickt from the chaffe and ruine of the times,
To be new varnisht: Well, but to my choise. Who chooseth me shall get
as much as he deserues. I will assume desert; giue me a key for this,
And instantly vnlocke my fortunes here

Por. Too long a pause for that which you finde there

Ar. What's here, the portrait of a blinking idiot Presenting me a
scedule, I will reade it: How much vnlike art thou to Portia?

How much vnlike my hopes and my deseruings? Who chooseth me, shall haue
as much as he deserues. Did I deserue no more then a fooles head, Is
that my prize, are my deserts no better?   Por. To offend and iudge are
distinct offices, And of opposed natures

Ar. What is here?

The fier seauen times tried this,

Seauen times tried that iudgement is,

That did neuer choose amis,

Some there be that shadowes kisse,

Such haue but a shadowes blisse:

There be fooles aliue Iwis

Siluer'd o're, and so was this:

Take what wife you will to bed,

I will euer be your head:

So be gone, you are sped

Ar. Still more foole I shall appeare

By the time I linger here,

With one fooles head I came to woo,

But I goe away with two.

Sweet adue, Ile keepe my oath,

Patiently to beare my wroath

Por. Thus hath the candle sing'd the moath: O these deliberate fooles
when they doe choose, They haue the wisdome by their wit to loose

Ner. The ancient saying is no heresie, Hanging and wiuing goes by
destinie

Por. Come draw the curtaine Nerrissa.

Enter Messenger.

Mes. Where is my Lady?

Por. Here, what would my Lord?

Mes. Madam, there is a-lighted at your gate A yong Venetian, one that
comes before

To signifie th' approaching of his Lord,

From whom he bringeth sensible regreets;

To wit (besides commends and curteous breath) Gifts of rich value; yet
I haue not seene So likely an Embassador of loue.

A day in Aprill neuer came so sweete

To show how costly Sommer was at hand,

As this fore-spurrer comes before his Lord

Por. No more I pray thee, I am halfe a-feard Thou wilt say anone he is
some kin to thee, Thou spend'st such high-day wit in praising him:
Come, come Nerryssa, for I long to see

Quicke Cupids Post, that comes so mannerly

Ner. Bassanio Lord, loue if thy will it be.

Exeunt.



Actus Tertius.

Enter Solanio and Salarino.

Sol. Now, what newes on the Ryalto?

Sal. Why yet it liues there vncheckt, that Anthonio hath a ship of rich
lading wrackt on the narrow Seas; the Goodwins I thinke they call the
place, a very dangerous flat, and fatall, where the carcasses of many a
tall ship, lye buried, as they say, if my gossips report be an honest
woman of her word

Sol. I would she were as lying a gossip in that, as euer knapt Ginger,
or made her neighbours beleeue she wept for the death of a third
husband: but it is true, without any slips of prolixity, or crossing
the plaine high-way of talke, that the good Anthonio, the honest
Anthonio; o that I had a title good enough to keepe his name company!
Sal. Come, the full stop

Sol. Ha, what sayest thou, why the end is, he hath lost a ship

Sal. I would it might proue the end of his losses

Sol. Let me say Amen betimes, least the diuell crosse my praier, for
here he comes in the likenes of a Iew. How now Shylocke, what newes
among the Merchants? Enter Shylocke.

Shy. You knew none so well, none so well as you, of my daughters
flight

Sal. That's certaine, I for my part knew the Tailor that made the wings
she flew withall

Sol. And Shylocke for his owne part knew the bird was fledg'd, and then
it is the complexion of them al to leaue the dam

Shy. She is damn'd for it

Sal. That's certaine, if the diuell may be her Iudge

Shy. My owne flesh and blood to rebell

Sol. Out vpon it old carrion, rebels it at these yeeres

Shy. I say my daughter is my flesh and bloud

Sal. There is more difference betweene thy flesh and hers, then
betweene Iet and Iuorie, more betweene your bloods, then there is
betweene red wine and rennish: but tell vs, doe you heare whether
Anthonio haue had anie losse at sea or no?

Shy. There I haue another bad match, a bankrout, a prodigall, who dare
scarce shew his head on the Ryalto, a begger that was vsd to come so
smug vpon the Mart: let him look to his bond, he was wont to call me
Vsurer, let him looke to his bond, he was wont to lend money for a
Christian curtsie, let him looke to his bond

Sal. Why I am sure if he forfaite, thou wilt not take his flesh, what's
that good for?

Shy. To baite fish withall, if it will feede nothing else, it will
feede my reuenge; he hath disgrac'd me, and hindred me halfe a million,
laught at my losses, mockt at my gaines, scorned my Nation, thwarted my
bargaines, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies, and what's the
reason? I am a Iewe: Hath not a Iew eyes? hath not a Iew hands, organs,
dementions, sences, affections, passions, fed with the same foode, hurt
with the same weapons, subiect to the same diseases, healed by the same
meanes, warmed and cooled by the same Winter and Sommer as a Christian
is: if you pricke vs doe we not bleede? if you tickle vs, doe we not
laugh? if you poison vs doe we not die? and if you wrong vs shall we
not reuenge? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in
that. If a Iew wrong a Christian, what is his humility, reuenge? If a
Christian wrong a Iew, what should his sufferance be by Christian
example, why reuenge? The villanie you teach me I will execute, and it
shall goe hard but I will better the instruction.

Enter a man from Anthonio.

Gentlemen, my maister Anthonio is at his house, and desires to speake
with you both

Sal. We haue beene vp and downe to seeke him. Enter Tuball.

Sol. Here comes another of the Tribe, a third cannot be matcht, vnlesse
the diuell himselfe turne Iew.

Exeunt. Gentlemen

Shy. How now Tuball, what newes from Genowa? hast thou found my
daughter?

Tub. I often came where I did heare of her, but cannot finde her

Shy. Why there, there, there, there, a diamond gone cost me two
thousand ducats in Franckford, the curse neuer fell vpon our Nation
till now, I neuer felt it till now, two thousand ducats in that, and
other precious, precious iewels: I would my daughter were dead at my
foot, and the iewels in her eare: would she were hearst at my foote,
and the duckets in her coffin: no newes of them, why so? and I know not
how much is spent in the search: why thou losse vpon losse, the theefe
gone with so much, and so much to finde the theefe, and no
satisfaction, no reuenge, nor no ill luck stirring but what lights a my
shoulders, no sighes but a my breathing, no teares but a my shedding

Tub. Yes, other men haue ill lucke too, Anthonio as I heard in Genowa?

Shy. What, what, what, ill lucke, ill lucke

Tub. Hath an Argosie cast away comming from Tripolis

Shy. I thanke God, I thanke God, is it true, is it true?   Tub. I spoke
with some of the Saylers that escaped the wracke

Shy. I thanke thee good Tuball, good newes, good newes: ha, ha, here in
Genowa

Tub. Your daughter spent in Genowa, as I heard, one night fourescore
ducats

Shy. Thou stick'st a dagger in me, I shall neuer see my gold againe,
fourescore ducats at a sitting, fourescore ducats

Tub. There came diuers of Anthonios creditors in my company to Venice,
that sweare hee cannot choose but breake

Shy. I am very glad of it, ile plague him, ile torture him, I am glad
of it,

Tub. One of them shewed me a ring that hee had of your daughter for a
Monkie

Shy. Out vpon her, thou torturest me Tuball, it was my Turkies, I had
it of Leah when I was a Batcheler: I would not haue giuen it for a
wildernesse of Monkies

Tub. But Anthonio is certainely vndone

Shy. Nay, that's true, that's very true, goe Tuball, see me an Officer,
bespeake him a fortnight before, I will haue the heart of him if he
forfeit, for were he out of Venice, I can make what merchandize I will:
goe Tuball, and meete me at our Sinagogue, goe good Tuball, at our
Sinagogue Tuball.

Exeunt.

Enter Bassanio, Portia, Gratiano, and all their traine.

Por. I pray you tarrie, pause a day or two Before you hazard, for in
choosing wrong

I loose your companie; therefore forbeare a while, There's something
tels me (but it is not loue) I would not loose you, and you know your
selfe, Hate counsailes not in such a quallitie;

But least you should not vnderstand me well, And yet a maiden hath no
tongue, but thought, I would detaine you here some month or two Before
you venture for me. I could teach you How to choose right, but then I
am forsworne, So will I neuer be, so may you misse me,

But if you doe, youle make me wish a sinne, That I had beene forsworne:
Beshrow your eyes, They haue ore-lookt me and deuided me,

One halfe of me is yours, the other halfe yours, Mine owne I would say:
but of mine then yours, And so all yours; O these naughtie times

Puts bars betweene the owners and their rights. And so though yours,
not yours (proue it so) Let Fortune goe to hell for it, not I.

I speake too long, but 'tis to peize the time, To ich it, and to draw
it out in length,

To stay you from election

Bass. Let me choose,

For as I am, I liue vpon the racke

Por. Vpon the racke Bassanio, then confesse What treason there is
mingled with your loue

Bass. None but that vglie treason of mistrust. Which makes me feare the
enioying of my loue: There may as well be amitie and life,

'Tweene snow and fire, as treason and my loue

Por. I, but I feare you speake vpon the racke, Where men enforced doth
speake any thing

Bass. Promise me life, and ile confesse the truth

Por. Well then, confesse and liue

Bass. Confesse and loue

Had beene the verie sum of my confession: O happie torment, when my
torturer

Doth teach me answers for deliuerance:

But let me to my fortune and the caskets

Por. Away then, I am lockt in one of them, If you doe loue me, you will
finde me out. Nerryssa and the rest, stand all aloofe,

Let musicke sound while he doth make his choise, Then if he loose he
makes a Swan-like end, Fading in musique. That the comparison

May stand more proper, my eye shall be the streame And watrie death-bed
for him: he may win, And what is musique than? Than musique is Euen as
the flourish, when true subiects bowe To a new crowned Monarch: Such it
is,

As are those dulcet sounds in breake of day, That creepe into the
dreaming bride-groomes eare, And summon him to marriage. Now he goes

With no lesse presence, but with much more loue Then yong Alcides, when
he did redeeme

The virgine tribute, paied by howling Troy To the Sea-monster: I stand
for sacrifice, The rest aloofe are the Dardanian wiues:

With bleared visages come forth to view

The issue of th' exploit: Goe Hercules,

Liue thou, I liue with much more dismay

I view the sight, then thou that mak'st the fray.

Here Musicke. A Song the whilst Bassanio comments on the Caskets to

himselfe.

Tell me where is fancie bred,

Or in the heart, or in the head:

How begot, how nourished. Replie, replie. It is engendred in the eyes,

With gazing fed, and Fancie dies,

In the cradle where it lies:

Let vs all ring Fancies knell.

Ile begin it.

Ding, dong, bell

All. Ding, dong, bell

Bass. So may the outward showes be least themselues The world is still
deceiu'd with ornament. In Law, what Plea so tainted and corrupt, But
being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of euill? In
Religion,

What damned error, but some sober brow

Will blesse it, and approue it with a text, Hiding the grosenesse with
faire ornament: There is no voice so simple, but assumes

Some marke of vertue on his outward parts; How manie cowards, whose
hearts are all as false As stayers of sand, weare yet vpon their chins
The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars, Who inward searcht, haue
lyuers white as milke, And these assume but valors excrement,

To render them redoubted. Looke on beautie, And you shall see 'tis
purchast by the weight, Which therein workes a miracle in nature,
Making them lightest that weare most of it: So are those crisped snakie
golden locks

Which makes such wanton gambols with the winde Vpon supposed
fairenesse, often knowne

To be the dowrie of a second head,

The scull that bred them in the Sepulcher. Thus ornament is but the
guiled shore

To a most dangerous sea: the beautious scarfe Vailing an Indian
beautie; In a word,

The seeming truth which cunning times put on To intrap the wisest.
Therefore then thou gaudie gold, Hard food for Midas, I will none of
thee, Nor none of thee thou pale and common drudge 'Tweene man and man:
but thou, thou meager lead Which rather threatnest then dost promise
ought, Thy palenesse moues me more then eloquence, And here choose I,
ioy be the consequence

Por. How all the other passions fleet to ayre, As doubtfull thoughts,
and rash imbrac'd despaire: And shuddring feare, and greene-eyed
iealousie. O loue be moderate, allay thy extasie,

In measure raine thy ioy, scant this excesse, I feele too much thy
blessing, make it lesse, For feare I surfeit

Bas. What finde I here?

Faire Portias counterfeit. What demie God Hath come so neere creation?
moue these eies? Or whether riding on the bals of mine

Seeme they in motion? Here are seuer'd lips Parted with suger breath,
so sweet a barre Should sunder such sweet friends: here in her haires
The Painter plaies the Spider, and hath wouen A golden mesh t' intrap
the hearts of men Faster then gnats in cobwebs: but her eies, How could
he see to doe them? hauing made one, Me thinkes it should haue power to
steale both his And leaue it selfe vnfurnisht: Yet looke how farre The
substance of my praise doth wrong this shadow In vnderprising it, so
farre this shadow

Doth limpe behinde the substance. Here's the scroule, The continent,
and summarie of my fortune. You that choose not by the view

Chance as faire, and choose as true:

Since this fortune fals to you,

Be content, and seeke no new.

If you be well pleasd with this,

And hold your fortune for your blisse,

Turne you where your Lady is,

And claime her with a louing kisse

Bass. A gentle scroule: Faire Lady, by your leaue, I come by note to
giue, and to receiue,

Like one of two contending in a prize

That thinks he hath done well in peoples eies: Hearing applause and
vniuersall shout,

Giddie in spirit, still gazing in a doubt Whether those peales of
praise be his or no. So thrice faire Lady stand I euen so,

As doubtfull whether what I see be true,

Vntill confirm'd, sign'd, ratified by you

Por. You see my Lord Bassiano where I stand, Such as I am; though for
my selfe alone

I would not be ambitious in my wish,

To wish my selfe much better, yet for you, I would be trebled twenty
times my selfe, A thousand times more faire, ten thousand times More
rich, that onely to stand high in your account, I might in vertues,
beauties, liuings, friends, Exceed account: but the full summe of me

Is sum of nothing: which to terme in grosse, Is an vnlessoned girle,
vnschool'd, vnpractiz'd, Happy in this, she is not yet so old

But she may learne: happier then this,

Shee is not bred so dull but she can learne; Happiest of all, is that
her gentle spirit Commits it selfe to yours to be directed, As from her
Lord, her Gouernour, her King. My selfe, and what is mine, to you and
yours Is now conuerted. But now I was the Lord

Of this faire mansion, master of my seruants, Queene ore my selfe: and
euen now, but now, This house, these seruants, and this same my selfe
Are yours, my Lord, I giue them with this ring, Which when you part
from, loose, or giue away, Let it presage the ruine of your loue,

And be my vantage to exclaime on you

Bass. Maddam, you haue bereft me of all words, Onely my bloud speakes
to you in my vaines, And there is such confusion in my powers, As after
some oration fairely spoke

By a beloued Prince, there doth appeare

Among the buzzing pleased multitude,

Where euery something being blent together, Turnes to a wilde of
nothing, saue of ioy Exprest, and not exprest: but when this ring Parts
from this finger, then parts life from hence, O then be bold to say
Bassanio's dead

Ner. My Lord and Lady, it is now our time That haue stood by and seene
our wishes prosper, To cry good ioy, good ioy my Lord and Lady

Gra. My Lord Bassanio, and my gentle Lady, I wish you all the ioy that
you can wish: For I am sure you can wish none from me:

And when your Honours meane to solemnize

The bargaine of your faith: I doe beseech you Euen at that time I may
be married too

Bass. With all my heart, so thou canst get a wife

Gra. I thanke your Lordship, you haue got me one. My eyes my Lord can
looke as swift as yours: You saw the mistres, I beheld the maid:

You lou'd, I lou'd for intermission,

No more pertaines to me my Lord then you; Your fortune stood vpon the
caskets there, And so did mine too, as the matter falls: For wooing
heere vntill I swet againe,

And swearing till my very rough was dry

With oathes of loue, at last, if promise last, I got a promise of this
faire one heere

To haue her loue: prouided that your fortune Atchieu'd her mistresse

Por. Is this true Nerrissa?

Ner. Madam it is so, so you stand pleas'd withall

Bass. And doe you Gratiano meane good faith?   Gra. Yes faith my Lord

Bass. Our feast shall be much honored in your marriage

Gra. Weele play with them the first boy for a thousand ducats

Ner. What and stake downe?

Gra. No, we shal nere win at that sport, and stake downe.

But who comes heere? Lorenzo and his Infidell? What and my old Venetian
friend Salerio?

Enter Lorenzo, Iessica, and Salerio.

Bas. Lorenzo and Salerio, welcome hether, If that the youth of my new
interest heere Haue power to bid you welcome: by your leaue I bid my
verie friends and Countrimen

Sweet Portia welcome

Por. So do I my Lord, they are intirely welcome

Lor. I thanke your honor; for my part my Lord, My purpose was not to
haue seene you heere, But meeting with Salerio by the way,

He did intreate mee past all saying nay

To come with him along

Sal. I did my Lord,

And I haue reason for it, Signior Anthonio Commends him to you

Bass. Ere I ope his Letter

I pray you tell me how my good friend doth

Sal. Not sicke my Lord, vnlesse it be in minde, Nor wel, vnlesse in
minde: his Letter there Wil shew you his estate.

Opens the Letter.

Gra. Nerrissa, cheere yond stranger, bid her welcom. Your hand Salerio,
what's the newes from Venice? How doth that royal Merchant good
Anthonio; I know he will be glad of our successe,

We are the Iasons, we haue won the fleece

Sal. I would you had won the fleece that hee hath lost

Por. There are some shrewd contents in yond same Paper,

That steales the colour from Bassianos cheeke, Some deere friend dead,
else nothing in the world Could turne so much the constitution

Of any constant man. What, worse and worse? With leaue Bassanio I am
halfe your selfe, And I must freely haue the halfe of any thing That
this same paper brings you

Bass. O sweet Portia,

Heere are a few of the vnpleasant'st words That euer blotted paper.
Gentle Ladie

When I did first impart my loue to you,

I freely told you all the wealth I had

Ran in my vaines: I was a Gentleman,

And then I told you true: and yet deere Ladie, Rating my selfe at
nothing, you shall see How much I was a Braggart, when I told you My
state was nothing, I should then haue told you That I was worse then
nothing: for indeede I haue ingag'd my selfe to a deere friend, Ingag'd
my friend to his meere enemie

To feede my meanes. Heere is a Letter Ladie, The paper as the bodie of
my friend,

And euerie word in it a gaping wound

Issuing life blood. But is it true Salerio, Hath all his ventures
faild, what not one hit, From Tripolis, from Mexico and England,

From Lisbon, Barbary, and India,

And not one vessell scape the dreadfull touch Of Merchant-marring
rocks?

Sal. Not one my Lord.

Besides, it should appeare, that if he had The present money to
discharge the Iew,

He would not take it: neuer did I know

A creature that did beare the shape of man So keene and greedy to
confound a man.

He plyes the Duke at morning and at night, And doth impeach the
freedome of the state If they deny him iustice. Twenty Merchants, The
Duke himselfe, and the Magnificoes

Of greatest port haue all perswaded with him, But none can driue him
from the enuious plea Of forfeiture, of iustice, and his bond

Iessi. When I was with him, I haue heard him sweare To Tuball and to
Chus, his Countri-men,

That he would rather haue Anthonio's flesh, Then twenty times the value
of the summe

That he did owe him: and I know my Lord,

If law, authoritie, and power denie not,

It will goe hard with poore Anthonio

Por. Is it your deere friend that is thus in trouble?   Bass. The
deerest friend to me, the kindest man, The best condition'd, and
vnwearied spirit In doing curtesies: and one in whom

The ancient Romane honour more appeares

Then any that drawes breath in Italie

Por. What summe owes he the Iew?

Bass. For me three thousand ducats

Por. What, no more?

Pay him sixe thousand, and deface the bond: Double sixe thousand, and
then treble that, Before a friend of this description

Shall lose a haire through Bassanio's fault. First goe with me to
Church, and call me wife, And then away to Venice to your friend:

For neuer shall you lie by Portias side

With an vnquiet soule. You shall haue gold To pay the petty debt twenty
times ouer.

When it is payd, bring your true friend along, My maid Nerrissa, and my
selfe meane time Will liue as maids and widdowes; come away, For you
shall hence vpon your wedding day: Bid your friends welcome, show a
merry cheere, Since you are deere bought, I will loue you deere. But
let me heare the letter of your friend. Sweet Bassanio, my ships haue
all miscarried, my Creditors grow cruell, my estate is very low, my
bond to the Iew is forfeit, and since in paying it, it is impossible I
should liue, all debts are cleerd between you and I, if I might see you
at my death: notwithstanding, vse your pleasure, if your loue doe not
perswade you to come, let not my letter

Por. O loue! dispach all busines and be gone

Bass. Since I haue your good leaue to goe away, I will make hast; but
till I come againe, No bed shall ere be guilty of my stay,

Nor rest be interposer twixt vs twaine.

Exeunt.

Enter the Iew, and Solanio, and Anthonio, and the Iaylor.

Iew. Iaylor, looke to him, tell not me of mercy, This is the foole that
lends out money gratis. Iaylor, looke to him

Ant. Heare me yet good Shylok

Iew. Ile haue my bond, speake not against my bond, I haue sworne an
oath that I will haue my bond: Thou call'dst me dog before thou hadst a
cause, But since I am a dog, beware my phangs,

The Duke shall grant me iustice, I do wonder Thou naughty Iaylor, that
thou art so fond To come abroad with him at his request

Ant. I pray thee heare me speake

Iew. Ile haue my bond, I will not heare thee speake, Ile haue my bond,
and therefore speake no more, Ile not be made a soft and dull ey'd
foole, To shake the head, relent, and sigh, and yeeld To Christian
intercessors: follow not,

Ile haue no speaking, I will haue my bond.

Exit Iew.

Sol. It is the most impenetrable curre

That euer kept with men

Ant. Let him alone,

Ile follow him no more with bootlesse prayers: He seekes my life, his
reason well I know; I oft deliuer'd from his forfeitures

Many that haue at times made mone to me,

Therefore he hates me

Sol. I am sure the Duke will neuer grant this forfeiture to hold

An. The Duke cannot deny the course of law: For the commoditie that
strangers haue

With vs in Venice, if it be denied,

Will much impeach the iustice of the State, Since that the trade and
profit of the citty Consisteth of all Nations. Therefore goe, These
greefes and losses haue so bated mee, That I shall hardly spare a pound
of flesh To morrow, to my bloudy Creditor.

Well Iaylor, on, pray God Bassanio come

To see me pay his debt, and then I care not.

Exeunt.

Enter Portia, Nerrissa, Lorenzo, Iessica, and a man of Portias.

Lor. Madam, although I speake it in your presence, You haue a noble and
a true conceit

Of god-like amity, which appeares most strongly In bearing thus the
absence of your Lord. But if you knew to whom you shew this honour, How
true a Gentleman you send releefe,

How deere a louer of my Lord your husband, I know you would be prouder
of the worke

Then customary bounty can enforce you

Por. I neuer did repent for doing good, Nor shall not now: for in
companions

That do conuerse and waste the time together, Whose soules doe beare an
egal yoke of loue. There must be needs a like proportion

Of lyniaments, of manners, and of spirit; Which makes me thinke that
this Anthonio

Being the bosome louer of my Lord,

Must needs be like my Lord. If it be so,

How little is the cost I haue bestowed

In purchasing the semblance of my soule;

From out the state of hellish cruelty,

This comes too neere the praising of my selfe, Therefore no more of it:
heere other things Lorenso I commit into your hands,

The husbandry and mannage of my house,

Vntill my Lords returne; for mine owne part I haue toward heauen
breath'd a secret vow, To liue in prayer and contemplation,

Onely attended by Nerrissa heere,

Vntill her husband and my Lords returne:

There is a monastery too miles off,

And there we will abide. I doe desire you Not to denie this
imposition,

The which my loue and some necessity

Now layes vpon you

Lorens. Madame, with all my heart,

I shall obey you in all faire commands

Por. My people doe already know my minde, And will acknowledge you and
Iessica

In place of Lord Bassanio and my selfe.

So far you well till we shall meete againe

Lor. Faire thoughts & happy houres attend on you

Iessi. I wish your Ladiship all hearts content

Por. I thanke you for your wish, and am well pleas'd To wish it backe
on you: faryouwell Iessica.

Exeunt.

Now Balthaser, as I haue euer found thee honest true, So let me finde
thee still: take this same letter, And vse thou all the indeauor of a
man,

In speed to Mantua, see thou render this

Into my cosins hand, Doctor Belario,

And looke what notes and garments he doth giue thee, Bring them I pray
thee with imagin'd speed Vnto the Tranect, to the common Ferrie

Which trades to Venice; waste no time in words, But get thee gone, I
shall be there before thee

Balth. Madam, I goe with all conuenient speed

Por. Come on Nerissa, I haue worke in hand That you yet know not of;
wee'll see our husbands Before they thinke of vs?

Nerrissa. Shall they see vs?

Portia. They shall Nerrissa: but in such a habit, That they shall
thinke we are accomplished With that we lacke; Ile hold thee any wager
When we are both accoutered like yong men, Ile proue the prettier
fellow of the two, And weare my dagger with the brauer grace, And
speake betweene the change of man and boy, With a reede voyce, and
turne two minsing steps Into a manly stride; and speake of frayes Like
a fine bragging youth: and tell quaint lyes How honourable Ladies
sought my loue,

Which I denying, they fell sicke and died. I could not doe withall:
then Ile repent, And wish for all that, that I had not kil'd them; And
twentie of these punie lies Ile tell, That men shall sweare I haue
discontinued schoole Aboue a twelue moneth: I haue within my minde A
thousand raw tricks of these bragging Iacks, Which I will practise

Nerris. Why, shall wee turne to men?

Portia. Fie, what a questions that?

If thou wert nere a lewd interpreter:

But come, Ile tell thee all my whole deuice When I am in my coach,
which stayes for vs At the Parke gate; and therefore haste away, For we
must measure twentie miles to day.

Exeunt.

Enter Clowne and Iessica.

Clown. Yes truly; for looke you, the sinnes of the Father are to be
laid vpon the children, therefore I promise you, I feare you, I was
alwaies plaine with you, and so now I speake my agitation of the
matter: therfore be of good cheere, for truly I thinke you are damn'd,
there is but one hope in it that can doe you anie good, and that is but
a kinde of bastard hope neither

Iessica. And what hope is that I pray thee?   Clow. Marrie you may
partlie hope that your father got you not, that you are not the Iewes
daughter

Ies. That were a kinde of bastard hope indeed, so the sins of my mother
should be visited vpon me

Clow. Truly then I feare you are damned both by father and mother: thus
when I shun Scilla your father, I fall into Charibdis your mother;
well, you are gone both waies

Ies. I shall be sau'd by my husband, he hath made me a Christian

Clow. Truly the more to blame he, we were Christians enow before, e'ne
as many as could wel liue one by another: this making of Christians
will raise the price of Hogs, if wee grow all to be porke-eaters, wee
shall not shortlie haue a rasher on the coales for money. Enter
Lorenzo.

Ies. Ile tell my husband Lancelet what you say, heere he comes

Loren. I shall grow iealous of you shortly Lancelet, if you thus get my
wife into corners?

Ies. Nay, you need not feare vs Lorenzo, Launcelet and I are out, he
tells me flatly there is no mercy for mee in heauen, because I am a
Iewes daughter: and hee saies you are no good member of the common
wealth, for in conuerting Iewes to Christians, you raise the price of
Porke

Loren. I shall answere that better to the Commonwealth, than you can
the getting vp of the Negroes bellie: the Moore is with childe by you
Launcelet?   Clow. It is much that the Moore should be more then
reason: but if she be lesse then an honest woman, shee is indeed more
then I tooke her for

Loren. How euerie foole can play vpon the word, I thinke the best grace
of witte will shortly turne into silence, and discourse grow
commendable in none onely but Parrats: goe in sirra, bid them prepare
for dinner?   Clow. That is done sir, they haue all stomacks?   Loren.
Goodly Lord, what a witte-snapper are you, then bid them prepare
dinner

Clow. That is done to sir, onely couer is the word

Loren. Will you couer than sir?

Clow. Not so sir neither, I know my dutie

Loren. Yet more quarreling with occasion, wilt thou shew the whole
wealth of thy wit in an instant; I pray thee vnderstand a plaine man in
his plaine meaning: goe to thy fellowes, bid them couer the table,
serue in the meat, and we will come in to dinner

Clow. For the table sir, it shall be seru'd in, for the meat sir, it
shall bee couered, for your comming in to dinner sir, why let it be as
humors and conceits shall gouerne.

Exit Clowne.

Lor. O deare discretion, how his words are suted, The foole hath
planted in his memory

An Armie of good words, and I doe know

A many fooles that stand in better place, Garnisht like him, that for a
tricksie word Defie the matter: how cheer'st thou Iessica, And now good
sweet say thy opinion,

How dost thou like the Lord Bassiano's wife?   Iessi. Past all
expressing, it is very meete The Lord Bassanio liue an vpright life

For hauing such a blessing in his Lady,

He findes the ioyes of heauen heere on earth, And if on earth he doe
not meane it, it

Is reason he should neuer come to heauen? Why, if two gods should play
some heauenly match, And on the wager lay two earthly women,

And Portia one: there must be something else Paund with the other, for
the poore rude world Hath not her fellow

Loren. Euen such a husband

Hast thou of me, as she is for a wife

Ies. Nay, but aske my opinion to of that?   Lor. I will anone, first
let vs goe to dinner?   Ies. Nay, let me praise you while I haue a
stomacke?   Lor. No pray thee, let it serue for table talke, Then how
som ere thou speakst 'mong other things, I shall digest it?

Iessi. Well, Ile set you forth.

Exeunt.



Actus Quartus.

Enter the Duke, the Magnificoes, Anthonio, Bassanio, and Gratiano

Duke. What, is Anthonio heere?

Ant. Ready, so please your grace?

Duke. I am sorry for thee, thou art come to answere A stonie aduersary,
an inhumane wretch,

Vncapable of pitty, voyd, and empty

From any dram of mercie

Ant. I haue heard

Your Grace hath tane great paines to qualifie His rigorous course: but
since he stands obdurate, And that no lawful meanes can carrie me

Out of his enuies reach, I do oppose

My patience to his fury, and am arm'd

To suffer with a quietnesse of spirit,

The very tiranny and rage of his

Du. Go one and cal the Iew into the Court

Sal. He is ready at the doore, he comes my Lord. Enter Shylocke.

Du. Make roome, and let him stand before our face. Shylocke the world
thinkes, and I thinke so to That thou but leadest this fashion of thy
mallice To the last houre of act, and then 'tis thought Thou'lt shew
thy mercy and remorse more strange, Than is thy strange apparant
cruelty;

And where thou now exact'st the penalty,

Which is a pound of this poore Merchants flesh, Thou wilt not onely
loose the forfeiture, But touch'd with humane gentlenesse and loue:
Forgiue a moytie of the principall,

Glancing an eye of pitty on his losses

That haue of late so hudled on his backe, Enow to presse a royall
Merchant downe;

And plucke commiseration of his state

From brassie bosomes, and rough hearts of flints, From stubborne Turkes
and Tarters neuer traind To offices of tender curtesie,

We all expect a gentle answer Iew?

Iew. I haue possest your grace of what I purpose, And by our holy
Sabbath haue I sworne

To haue the due and forfeit of my bond.

If you denie it, let the danger light

Vpon your Charter, and your Cities freedome. You'l aske me why I rather
choose to haue A weight of carrion flesh, then to receiue Three
thousand Ducats? Ile not answer that: But say it is my humor; Is it
answered?

What if my house be troubled with a Rat,

And I be pleas'd to giue ten thousand Ducates To haue it bain'd? What,
are you answer'd yet? Some men there are loue not a gaping Pigge: Some
that are mad, if they behold a Cat:

And others, when the bag-pipe sings i'th nose, Cannot containe their
Vrine for affection. Masters of passion swayes it to the moode Of what
it likes or loaths, now for your answer: As there is no firme reason to
be rendred Why he cannot abide a gaping Pigge?

Why he a harmlesse necessarie Cat?

Why he a woollen bag-pipe: but of force

Must yeeld to such ineuitable shame,

As to offend himselfe being offended:

So can I giue no reason, nor I will not,

More then a lodg'd hate, and a certaine loathing I beare Anthonio, that
I follow thus

A loosing suite against him? Are you answered?   Bass. This is no
answer thou vnfeeling man, To excuse the currant of thy cruelty

Iew. I am not bound to please thee with my answer

Bass. Do all men kil the things they do not loue?   Iew. Hates any man
the thing he would not kill?   Bass. Euerie offence is not a hate at
first

Iew. What wouldst thou haue a Serpent sting thee twice?

Ant. I pray you thinke you question with the Iew: You may as well go
stand vpon the beach,

And bid the maine flood baite his vsuall height, Or euen as well vse
question with the Wolfe, The Ewe bleate for the Lambe:

You may as well forbid the Mountaine Pines To wagge their high tops,
and to make no noise When they are fretted with the gusts of heauen:
You may as well do any thing most hard,

As seeke to soften that, then which what harder? His Iewish heart.
Therefore I do beseech you Make no more offers, vse no farther meanes,
But with all briefe and plaine conueniencie Let me haue iudgement, and
the Iew his will

Bas. For thy three thousand Ducates heere is six

Iew. If euerie Ducat in sixe thousand Ducates Were in sixe parts, and
euery part a Ducate, I would not draw them, I would haue my bond? Du.
How shalt thou hope for mercie, rendring none?   Iew. What iudgement
shall I dread doing no wrong? You haue among you many a purchast slaue,
Which like your Asses, and your Dogs and Mules, You vse in abiect and
in slauish parts,

Because you bought them. Shall I say to you, Let them be free, marrie
them to your heires? Why sweate they vnder burthens? Let their beds Be
made as soft as yours: and let their pallats Be season'd with such
Viands: you will answer The slaues are ours. So do I answer you.

The pound of flesh which I demand of him

Is deerely bought, 'tis mine, and I will haue it. If you deny me; fie
vpon your Law,

There is no force in the decrees of Venice; I stand for iudgement,
answer, Shall I haue it?   Du. Vpon my power I may dismisse this Court,
Vnlesse Bellario a learned Doctor,

Whom I haue sent for to determine this,

Come heere to day

Sal. My Lord, heere stayes without

A Messenger with Letters from the Doctor, New come from Padua

Du. Bring vs the Letters, Call the Messengers

Bass. Good cheere Anthonio. What man, corage yet: The Iew shall haue my
flesh, blood, bones, and all, Ere thou shalt loose for me one drop of
blood

Ant. I am a tainted Weather of the flocke, Meetest for death, the
weakest kinde of fruite Drops earliest to the ground, and so let me;
You cannot better be employ'd Bassanio,

Then to liue still, and write mine Epitaph. Enter Nerrissa.

Du. Came you from Padua from Bellario?

Ner. From both.

My Lord Bellario greets your Grace

Bas. Why dost thou whet thy knife so earnestly?   Iew. To cut the
forfeiture from that bankrout there

Gra. Not on thy soale: but on thy soule harsh Iew Thou mak'st thy knife
keene: but no mettall can, No, not the hangmans Axe beare halfe the
keennesse Of thy sharpe enuy. Can no prayers pierce thee?   Iew. No,
none that thou hast wit enough to make

Gra. O be thou damn'd, inexecrable dogge, And for thy life let iustice
be accus'd:

Thou almost mak'st me wauer in my faith;

To hold opinion with Pythagoras,

That soules of Animals infuse themselues

Into the trunkes of men. Thy currish spirit Gouern'd a Wolfe, who
hang'd for humane slaughter, Euen from the gallowes did his fell soule
fleet; And whil'st thou layest in thy vnhallowed dam, Infus'd it selfe
in thee: For thy desires Are Woluish, bloody, steru'd, and rauenous

Iew. Till thou canst raile the seale from off my bond Thou but
offend'st thy Lungs to speake so loud: Repaire thy wit good youth, or
it will fall To endlesse ruine. I stand heere for Law

Du. This Letter from Bellario doth commend A yong and Learned Doctor in
our Court;

Where is he?

Ner. He attendeth heere hard by

To know your answer, whether you'l admit him

Du. With all my heart. Some three or four of you Go giue him curteous
conduct to this place, Meane time the Court shall heare Bellarioes
Letter. Your Grace shall vnderstand, that at the receite of your Letter
I am very sicke: but in the instant that your messenger came, in louing
visitation, was with me a yong Doctor of Rome, his name is Balthasar: I
acquainted him with the cause in Controuersie, betweene the Iew and
Anthonio the Merchant: We turn'd ore many Bookes together: hee is
furnished with my opinion, which bettred with his owne learning, the
greatnesse whereof I cannot enough commend, comes with him at my
importunity, to fill vp your Graces request in my sted. I beseech you,
let his lacke of years be no impediment to let him lacke a reuerend
estimation: for I neuer knewe so yong a body, with so old a head. I
leaue him to your gracious acceptance, whose trial shall better publish
his commendation. Enter Portia for Balthazar.

Duke. You heare the learn'd Bellario what he writes, And heere (I take
it) is the Doctor come. Giue me your hand: Came you from old Bellario?
Por. I did my Lord

Du. You are welcome: take your place;

Are you acquainted with the difference

That holds this present question in the Court

Por. I am enformed throughly of the cause. Which is the Merchant heere?
and which the Iew?   Du. Anthonio and old Shylocke, both stand forth

Por. Is your name Shylocke?

Iew. Shylocke is my name

Por. Of a strange nature is the sute you follow, Yet in such rule, that
the Venetian Law

Cannot impugne you as you do proceed.

You stand within his danger, do you not?

Ant. I, so he sayes

Por. Do you confesse the bond?

Ant. I do

Por. Then must the Iew be mercifull

Iew. On what compulsion must I ? Tell me that

Por. The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle
raine from heauen Vpon the place beneath. It is twice blest, It
blesseth him that giues, and him that takes, 'Tis mightiest in the
mightiest, it becomes The throned Monarch better then his Crowne. His
Scepter shewes the force of temporall power, The attribute to awe and
Maiestie,

Wherein doth sit the dread and feare of Kings: But mercy is aboue this
sceptred sway,

It is enthroned in the hearts of Kings,

It is an attribute to God himselfe;

And earthly power doth then shew likest Gods When mercie seasons
Iustice. Therefore Iew, Though Iustice be thy plea, consider this, That
in the course of Iustice, none of vs Should see saluation: we do pray
for mercie, And that same prayer, doth teach vs all to render The deeds
of mercie. I haue spoke thus much To mittigate the iustice of thy
plea:

Which if thou follow, this strict course of Venice Must needes giue
sentence 'gainst the Merchant there

Shy. My deeds vpon my head, I craue the Law, The penaltie and forfeite
of my bond

Por. Is he not able to discharge the money?   Bas. Yes, heere I tender
it for him in the Court, Yea, twice the summe, if that will not
suffice, I will be bound to pay it ten times ore,

On forfeit of my hands, my head, my heart: If this will not suffice, it
must appeare That malice beares downe truth. And I beseech you Wrest
once the Law to your authority.

To do a great right, do a little wrong,

And curbe this cruell diuell of his will

Por. It must not be, there is no power in Venice Can alter a decree
established:

'Twill be recorded for a President,

And many an error by the same example,

Will rush into the state: It cannot be

Iew. A Daniel come to iudgement, yea a Daniel. O wise young Iudge, how
do I honour thee

Por. I pray you let me looke vpon the bond

Iew. Heere 'tis most reuerend Doctor, heere it is

Por. Shylocke, there's thrice thy monie offered thee

Shy. An oath, an oath, I haue an oath in heauen: Shall I lay periurie
vpon my soule?

No not for Venice

Por. Why this bond is forfeit,

And lawfully by this the Iew may claime

A pound of flesh, to be by him cut off

Neerest the Merchants heart; be mercifull, Take thrice thy money, bid
me teare the bond

Iew. When it is paid according to the tenure. It doth appeare you are a
worthy Iudge:

You know the Law, your exposition

Hath beene most sound. I charge you by the Law, Whereof you are a
well-deseruing pillar,

Proceede to iudgement: By my soule I sweare, There is no power in the
tongue of man

To alter me: I stay heere on my bond

An. Most heartily I do beseech the Court To giue the iudgement

Por. Why then thus it is:

You must prepare your bosome for his knife

Iew. O noble Iudge, O excellent yong man

Por. For the intent and purpose of the Law Hath full relation to the
penaltie,

Which heere appeareth due vpon the bond

Iew. 'Tis verie true: O wise and vpright Iudge, How much more elder art
thou then thy lookes?   Por. Therefore lay bare your bosome

Iew. I, his brest,

So sayes the bond, doth it not noble Iudge? Neerest his heart, those
are the very words

Por. It is so: Are there ballance heere to weigh the flesh?

Iew. I haue them ready

Por. Haue by some Surgeon Shylock on your charge To stop his wounds,
least he should bleede to death

Iew. It is not nominated in the bond?

Por. It is not so exprest: but what of that? 'Twere good you do so much
for charitie

Iew. I cannot finde it, 'tis not in the bond

Por. Come Merchant, haue you any thing to say?   Ant. But little: I am
arm'd and well prepar'd. Giue me your hand Bassanio, fare you well.
Greeue not that I am falne to this for you: For heerein fortune shewes
her selfe more kinde Then is her custome. It is still her vse

To let the wretched man out-liue his wealth, To view with hollow eye,
and wrinkled brow An age of pouerty. From which lingring penance Of
such miserie, doth she cut me off:

Commend me to your honourable Wife,

Tell her the processe of Anthonio's end:

Say how I lou'd you; speake me faire in death: And when the tale is
told, bid her be iudge, Whether Bassanio had not once a Loue:

Repent not you that you shall loose your friend, And he repents not
that he payes your debt. For if the Iew do cut but deepe enough,

Ile pay it instantly, with all my heart

Bas. Anthonio, I am married to a wife, Which is as deere to me as life
it selfe, But life it selfe, my wife, and all the world, Are not with
me esteem'd aboue thy life.

I would loose all, I sacrifice them all

Heere to this deuill, to deliuer you

Por. Your wife would giue you little thanks for that If she were by to
heare you make the offer

Gra. I haue a wife whom I protest I loue, I would she were in heauen,
so she could

Intreat some power to change this currish Iew

Ner. 'Tis well you offer it behinde her backe, The wish would make else
an vnquiet house

Iew. These be the Christian husbands: I haue a daughter Would any of
the stocke of Barrabas

Had beene her husband, rather then a Christian. We trifle time, I pray
thee pursue sentence

Por. A pound of that same marchants flesh is thine, The Court awards
it, and the law doth giue it

Iew. Most rightfull Iudge

Por. And you must cut this flesh from off his breast, The Law allowes
it, and the Court awards it

Iew. Most learned Iudge, a sentence, come prepare

Por. Tarry a little, there is something else, This bond doth giue thee
heere no iot of bloud, The words expresly are a pound of flesh:

Then take thy bond, take thou thy pound of flesh, But in the cutting
it, if thou dost shed

One drop of Christian bloud, thy lands and goods Are by the Lawes of
Venice confiscate

Vnto the state of Venice

Gra. O vpright Iudge,

Marke Iew, o learned Iudge

Shy. Is that the law?

Por. Thy selfe shalt see the Act:

For as thou vrgest iustice, be assur'd

Thou shalt haue iustice more then thou desirest

Gra. O learned Iudge, mark Iew, a learned Iudge

Iew. I take this offer then, pay the bond thrice, And let the Christian
goe

Bass. Heere is the money

Por. Soft, the Iew shall haue all iustice, soft, no haste, He shall
haue nothing but the penalty

Gra. O Iew, an vpright Iudge, a learned Iudge

Por. Therefore prepare thee to cut off the flesh, Shed thou no bloud,
nor cut thou lesse nor more But iust a pound of flesh: if thou tak'st
more Or lesse then a iust pound, be it so much As makes it light or
heauy in the substance, Or the deuision of the twentieth part

Of one poore scruple, nay if the scale doe turne But in the estimation
of a hayre,

Thou diest, and all thy goods are confiscate

Gra. A second Daniel, a Daniel Iew,

Now infidell I haue thee on the hip

Por. Why doth the Iew pause, take thy forfeiture

Shy. Giue me my principall, and let me goe

Bass. I haue it ready for thee, heere it is

Por. He hath refus'd it in the open Court, He shall haue meerly iustice
and his bond

Gra. A Daniel still say I, a second Daniel, I thanke thee Iew for
teaching me that word

Shy. Shall I not haue barely my principall?   Por. Thou shalt haue
nothing but the forfeiture, To be taken so at thy perill Iew

Shy. Why then the Deuill giue him good of it: Ile stay no longer
question

Por. Tarry Iew,

The Law hath yet another hold on you.

It is enacted in the Lawes of Venice,

If it be proued against an Alien,

That by direct, or indirect attempts

He seeke the life of any Citizen,

The party gainst the which he doth contriue, Shall seaze one halfe his
goods, the other halfe Comes to the priuie coffer of the State,

And the offenders life lies in the mercy

Of the Duke onely, gainst all other voice. In which predicament I say
thou standst:

For it appeares by manifest proceeding,

That indirectly, and directly to,

Thou hast contriu'd against the very life Of the defendant: and thou
hast incur'd

The danger formerly by me rehearst.

Downe therefore, and beg mercy of the Duke

Gra. Beg that thou maist haue leaue to hang thy selfe, And yet thy
wealth being forfeit to the state, Thou hast not left the value of a
cord,

Therefore thou must be hang'd at the states charge

Duk. That thou shalt see the difference of our spirit, I pardon thee
thy life before thou aske it: For halfe thy wealth, it is Anthonio's

The other halfe comes to the generall state, Which humblenesse may
driue vnto a fine

Por. I for the state, not for Anthonio

Shy. Nay, take my life and all, pardon not that, You take my house,
when you do take the prop That doth sustaine my house: you take my life
When you doe take the meanes whereby I liue

Por. What mercy can you render him Anthonio?   Gra. A halter gratis,
nothing else for Gods sake

Ant. So please my Lord the Duke, and all the Court To quit the fine for
one halfe of his goods, I am content: so he will let me haue

The other halfe in vse, to render it

Vpon his death, vnto the Gentleman

That lately stole his daughter.

Two things prouided more, that for this fauour He presently become a
Christian:

The other, that he doe record a gift

Heere in the Court of all he dies possest Vnto his sonne Lorenzo, and
his daughter

Duk. He shall doe this, or else I doe recant The pardon that I late
pronounced heere

Por. Art thou contented Iew? what dost thou say?   Shy. I am content

Por. Clarke, draw a deed of gift

Shy. I pray you giue me leaue to goe from hence, I am not well, send
the deed after me,

And I will signe it

Duke. Get thee gone, but doe it

Gra. In christning thou shalt haue two godfathers, Had I been iudge,
thou shouldst haue had ten more, To bring thee to the gallowes, not to
the font. Enter.

Du. Sir I intreat you with me home to dinner

Por. I humbly doe desire your Grace of pardon, I must away this night
toward Padua,

And it is meete I presently set forth

Duk. I am sorry that your leysure serues you not: Anthonio, gratifie
this gentleman,

For in my minde you are much bound to him.

Exit Duke and his traine.

Bass. Most worthy gentleman, I and my friend Haue by your wisedome
beene this day acquitted Of greeuous penalties, in lieu whereof,

Three thousand Ducats due vnto the Iew

We freely cope your curteous paines withall

An. And stand indebted ouer and aboue

In loue and seruice to you euermore

Por. He is well paid that is well satisfied, And I deliuering you, am
satisfied,

And therein doe account my selfe well paid, My minde was neuer yet more
mercinarie.

I pray you know me when we meete againe,

I wish you well, and so I take my leaue

Bass. Deare sir, of force I must attempt you further, Take some
remembrance of vs as a tribute, Not as fee: grant me two things, I pray
you Not to denie me, and to pardon me

Por. You presse mee farre, and therefore I will yeeld, Giue me your
gloues, Ile weare them for your sake, And for your loue Ile take this
ring from you, Doe not draw backe your hand, ile take no more, And you
in loue shall not deny me this?

Bass. This ring good sir, alas it is a trifle, I will not shame my
selfe to giue you this

Por. I wil haue nothing else but onely this, And now methinkes I haue a
minde to it

Bas. There's more depends on this then on the valew, The dearest ring
in Venice will I giue you, And finde it out by proclamation,

Onely for this I pray you pardon me

Por. I see sir you are liberall in offers, You taught me first to beg,
and now me thinkes You teach me how a beggar should be answer'd

Bas. Good sir, this ring was giuen me by my wife, And when she put it
on, she made me vow

That I should neither sell, nor giue, nor lose it

Por. That scuse serues many men to saue their gifts, And if your wife
be not a mad woman,

And know how well I haue deseru'd this ring, Shee would not hold out
enemy for euer

For giuing it to me: well, peace be with you.

Exeunt.

Ant. My L[ord]. Bassanio, let him haue the ring, Let his deseruings and
my loue withall

Be valued against your wiues commandement

Bass. Goe Gratiano, run and ouer-take him, Giue him the ring, and bring
him if thou canst Vnto Anthonios house, away, make haste.

Exit Grati.

Come, you and I will thither presently,

And in the morning early will we both

Flie toward Belmont, come Anthonio.

Exeunt.

Enter Portia and Nerrissa.

Por. Enquire the Iewes house out, giue him this deed, And let him signe
it, wee'll away to night, And be a day before our husbands home:

This deed will be well welcome to Lorenzo. Enter Gratiano.

Gra. Faire sir, you are well ore-tane:

My L[ord]. Bassanio vpon more aduice,

Hath sent you heere this ring, and doth intreat Your company at dinner

Por. That cannot be;

His ring I doe accept most thankfully,

And so I pray you tell him: furthermore,

I pray you shew my youth old Shylockes house

Gra. That will I doe

Ner. Sir, I would speake with you:

Ile see if I can get my husbands ring

Which I did make him sweare to keepe for euer

Por. Thou maist I warrant, we shal haue old swearing That they did giue
the rings away to men; But weele out-face them, and out-sweare them to:
Away, make haste, thou know'st where I will tarry

Ner. Come good sir, will you shew me to this house.

Exeunt.



Actus Quintus.

Enter Lorenzo and Iessica.

Lor. The moone shines bright. In such a night as this, When the sweet
winde did gently kisse the trees, And they did make no noyse, in such a
night Troylus me thinkes mounted the Troian walls, And sigh'd his soule
toward the Grecian tents Where Cressed lay that night

Ies. In such a night

Did Thisbie fearefully ore-trip the dewe, And saw the Lyons shadow ere
himselfe,

And ranne dismayed away

Loren. In such a night

Stood Dido with a Willow in her hand

Vpon the wilde sea bankes, and waft her Loue To come againe to
Carthage

Ies. In such a night

Medea gathered the inchanted hearbs

That did renew old Eson

Loren. In such a night

Did Iessica steale from the wealthy Iewe, And with an Vnthrift Loue did
runne from Venice, As farre as Belmont

Ies. In such a night

Did young Lorenzo sweare he lou'd her well, Stealing her soule with
many vowes of faith, And nere a true one

Loren. In such a night

Did pretty Iessica (like a little shrow)

Slander her Loue, and he forgaue it her

Iessi. I would out-night you did no body come: But harke, I heare the
footing of a man.

Enter Messenger.

Lor. Who comes so fast in silence of the night?   Mes. A friend

Loren. A friend, what friend? your name I pray you friend?   Mes.
Stephano is my name, and I bring word My Mistresse will before the
breake of day Be heere at Belmont, she doth stray about By holy crosses
where she kneeles and prayes For happy wedlocke houres

Loren. Who comes with her?

Mes. None but a holy Hermit and her maid: I pray you is my Master yet
return'd?

Loren. He is not, nor we haue not heard from him, But goe we in I pray
thee Iessica,

And ceremoniously let vs prepare

Some welcome for the Mistresse of the house, Enter Clowne.

Clo. Sola, sola: wo ha ho, sola, sola

Loren. Who calls?

Clo. Sola, did you see M[aster]. Lorenzo, & M[aster]. Lorenzo, sola,

Lor. Leaue hollowing man, heere

Clo. Sola, where, where?

Lor. Heere?

Clo. Tel him ther's a Post come from my Master, with his horne full of
good newes, my Master will be here ere morning sweete soule

Loren. Let's in, and there expect their comming. And yet no matter: why
should we goe in?

My friend Stephen, signifie pray you

Within the house, your Mistresse is at hand, And bring your musique
foorth into the ayre. How sweet the moone-light sleepes vpon this
banke, Heere will we sit, and let the sounds of musicke Creepe in our
eares soft stilnes, and the night Become the tutches of sweet
harmonie:

Sit Iessica, looke how the floore of heauen Is thicke inlayed with
pattens of bright gold, There's not the smallest orbe which thou
beholdst But in his motion like an Angell sings,

Still quiring to the young eyed Cherubins; Such harmonie is in
immortall soules,

But whilst this muddy vesture of decay

Doth grosly close in it, we cannot heare it: Come hoe, and wake Diana
with a hymne,

With sweetest tutches pearce your Mistresse eare, And draw her home
with musicke

Iessi. I am neuer merry when I heare sweet musique.

Play musicke.

Lor. The reason is, your spirits are attentiue: For doe but note a
wilde and wanton heard Or race of youthful and vnhandled colts,

Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud, Which is the hot
condition of their bloud, If they but heare perchance a trumpet sound,
Or any ayre of musicke touch their eares, You shall perceiue them make
a mutuall stand, Their sauage eyes turn'd to a modest gaze, By the
sweet power of musicke: therefore the Poet Did faine that Orpheus drew
trees, stones, and floods. Since naught so stockish, hard, and full of
rage, But musicke for time doth change his nature, The man that hath no
musicke in himselfe, Nor is not moued with concord of sweet sounds, Is
fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoyles, The motions of his spirit
are dull as night, And his affections darke as Erobus,

Let no such man be trusted: marke the musicke. Enter Portia and
Nerrissa.

Por. That light we see is burning in my hall: How farre that little
candell throwes his beames, So shines a good deed in a naughty world

Ner. When the moone shone we did not see the candle?   Por. So doth the
greater glory dim the lesse, A substitute shines brightly as a King

Vntill a King be by, and then his state

Empties it selfe, as doth an inland brooke Into the maine of waters:
musique, harke.

Musicke.

Ner. It is your musicke Madame of the house

Por. Nothing is good I see without respect, Methinkes it sounds much
sweeter then by day?   Ner. Silence bestowes that vertue on it Madam

Por. The Crow doth sing as sweetly as the Larke When neither is
attended: and I thinke

The Nightingale if she should sing by day When euery Goose is cackling,
would be thought No better a Musitian then the Wren?

How many things by season, season'd are

To their right praise, and true perfection: Peace, how the Moone
sleepes with Endimion, And would not be awak'd.

Musicke ceases.

Lor. That is the voice,

Or I am much deceiu'd of Portia

Por. He knowes me as the blinde man knowes the Cuckow by the bad
voice?

Lor. Deere Lady welcome home?

Por. We haue bene praying for our husbands welfare Which speed we hope
the better for our words, Are they return'd?

Lor. Madam, they are not yet:

But there is come a Messenger before

To signifie their comming

Por. Go in Nerrissa,

Giue order to my seruants, that they take No note at all of our being
absent hence, Nor you Lorenzo, Iessica nor you.

A Tucket sounds.

Lor. Your husband is at hand, I heare his Trumpet, We are no tell-tales
Madam, feare you not

Por. This night methinkes is but the daylight sicke, It lookes a little
paler, 'tis a day,

Such as the day is, when the Sun is hid.

Enter Bassanio, Anthonio, Gratiano, and their Followers.

Bas. We should hold day with the Antipodes, If you would walke in
absence of the sunne

Por. Let me giue light, but let me not be light, For a light wife doth
make a heauie husband, And neuer be Bassanio so for me,

But God sort all: you are welcome home my Lord

Bass. I thanke you Madam, giue welcom to my friend This is the man,
this is Anthonio,

To whom I am so infinitely bound

Por. You should in all sence be much bound to him, For as I heare he
was much bound for you

Anth. No more then I am wel acquitted of

Por. Sir, you are verie welcome to our house: It must appeare in other
waies then words, Therefore I scant this breathing curtesie

Gra. By yonder Moone I sweare you do me wrong, Infaith I gaue it to the
Iudges Clearke,

Would he were gelt that had it for my part, Since you do take it Loue
so much at hart

Por. A quarrel hoe alreadie, what's the matter?   Gra. About a hoope of
Gold, a paltry Ring That she did giue me, whose Poesie was

For all the world like Cutlers Poetry

Vpon a knife; Loue mee, and leaue mee not

Ner. What talke you of the Poesie or the valew: You swore to me when I
did giue it you,

That you would weare it til the houre of death, And that it should lye
with you in your graue, Though not for me, yet for your vehement oaths,
You should haue beene respectiue and haue kept it. Gaue it a Iudges
Clearke: but wel I know

The Clearke wil nere weare haire on's face that had it

Gra. He wil, and if he liue to be a man

Nerrissa. I, if a Woman liue to be a man

Gra. Now by this hand I gaue it to a youth, A kinde of boy, a little
scrubbed boy,

No higher then thy selfe, the Iudges Clearke, A prating boy that begg'd
it as a Fee,

I could not for my heart deny it him

Por. You were too blame, I must be plaine with you, To part so slightly
with your wiues first gift, A thing stucke on with oathes vpon your
finger, And so riueted with faith vnto your flesh. I gaue my Loue a
Ring, and made him sweare Neuer to part with it, and heere he stands: I
dare be sworne for him, he would not leaue it, Nor plucke it from his
finger, for the wealth That the world masters. Now in faith Gratiano,
You giue your wife too vnkinde a cause of greefe, And 'twere to me I
should be mad at it

Bass. Why I were best to cut my left hand off, And sweare I lost the
Ring defending it

Gra. My Lord Bassanio gaue his Ring away Vnto the Iudge that beg'd it,
and indeede Deseru'd it too: and then the Boy his Clearke That tooke
some paines in writing, he begg'd mine, And neyther man nor master
would take ought But the two Rings

Por. What Ring gaue you my Lord?

Not that I hope which you receiu'd of me

Bass. If I could adde a lie vnto a fault, I would deny it: but you see
my finger

Hath not the Ring vpon it, it is gone

Por. Euen so voide is your false heart of truth. By heauen I wil nere
come in your bed

Vntil I see the Ring

Ner. Nor I in yours, til I againe see mine

Bass. Sweet Portia,

If you did know to whom I gaue the Ring,

If you did know for whom I gaue the Ring, And would conceiue for what I
gaue the Ring, And how vnwillingly I left the Ring,

When nought would be accepted but the Ring, You would abate the
strength of your displeasure?   Por. If you had knowne the vertue of
the Ring, Or halfe her worthinworthinesse that gaue the Ring, Or your
owne honour to containe the Ring, You would not then haue parted with
the Ring: What man is there so much vnreasonable,

If you had pleas'd to haue defended it

With any termes of Zeale: wanted the modestie To vrge the thing held as
a ceremonie:

Nerrissa teaches me what to beleeue,

Ile die for't, but some Woman had the Ring?   Bass. No by mine honor
Madam, by my soule No Woman had it, but a ciuill Doctor,

Which did refuse three thousand Ducates of me, And beg'd the Ring; the
which I did denie him, And suffer'd him to go displeas'd away:

Euen he that had held vp the verie life

Of my deere friend. What should I say sweete Lady? I was inforc'd to
send it after him,

I was beset with shame and curtesie,

My honor would not let ingratitude

So much besmeare it. Pardon me good Lady, And by these blessed Candles
of the night, Had you bene there, I thinke you would haue beg'd The
Ring of me, to giue the worthie Doctor.   Por. Let not that Doctor ere
come neere my house, Since he hath got the iewell that I loued, And
that which you did sweare to keepe for me, I will become as liberall as
you,

Ile not deny him any thing I haue,

No, not my body, nor my husbands bed:

Know him I shall, I am well sure of it.

Lie not a night from home. Watch me like Argos, If you doe not, if I be
left alone,

Now by mine honour which is yet mine owne, Ile haue the Doctor for my
bedfellow

Nerrissa. And I his Clarke: therefore be well aduis'd How you doe leaue
me to mine owne protection

Gra. Well, doe you so: let not me take him then, For if I doe, ile mar
the yong Clarks pen

Ant. I am th' vnhappy subiect of these quarrels

Por. Sir, grieue not you;

You are welcome notwithstanding

Bas. Portia, forgiue me this enforced wrong, And in the hearing of
these manie friends I sweare to thee, euen by thine owne faire eyes
Wherein I see my selfe

Por. Marke you but that?

In both my eyes he doubly sees himselfe:

In each eye one, sweare by your double selfe, And there's an oath of
credit

Bas. Nay, but heare me.

Pardon this fault, and by my soule I sweare I neuer more will breake an
oath with thee

Anth. I once did lend my bodie for thy wealth, Which but for him that
had your husbands ring Had quite miscarried. I dare be bound againe, My
soule vpon the forfeit, that your Lord Will neuer more breake faith
aduisedlie

Por. Then you shall be his suretie: giue him this, And bid him keepe it
better then the other

Ant. Heere Lord Bassanio, swear to keep this ring

Bass. By heauen it is the same I gaue the Doctor

Por. I had it of him: pardon Bassanio, For by this ring the Doctor lay
with me

Ner. And pardon me my gentle Gratiano, For that same scrubbed boy the
Doctors Clarke In liew of this, last night did lye with me

Gra. Why this is like the mending of high-waies In Sommer, where the
waies are faire enough: What, are we Cuckolds ere we haue deseru'd it

Por. Speake not so grossely, you are all amaz'd; Heere is a letter,
reade it at your leysure, It comes from Padua from Bellario,

There you shall finde that Portia was the Doctor, Nerrissa there her
Clarke. Lorenzo heere

Shall witnesse I set forth as soone as you, And but eu'n now return'd:
I haue not yet Entred my house. Anthonio you are welcome, And I haue
better newes in store for you

Then you expect: vnseale this letter soone, There you shall finde three
of your Argosies Are richly come to harbour sodainlie.

You shall not know by what strange accident I chanced on this letter

Antho. I am dumbe

Bass. Were you the Doctor, and I knew you not?   Gra. Were you the
Clark that is to make me cuckold

Ner. I, but the Clark that neuer meanes to doe it, Vnlesse he liue
vntill he be a man

Bass. (Sweet Doctor) you shall be my bedfellow, When I am absent, then
lie with my wife

An. (Sweet Ladie) you haue giuen me life & liuing; For heere I reade
for certaine that my ships Are safelie come to Rode

Por. How now Lorenzo?

My Clarke hath some good comforts too for you

Ner. I, and Ile giue them him without a fee. There doe I giue to you
and Iessica

From the rich Iewe, a speciall deed of gift After his death, of all he
dies possess'd of

Loren. Faire Ladies you drop Manna in the way Of starued people

Por. It is almost morning,

And yet I am sure you are not satisfied

Of these euents at full. Let vs goe in,

And charge vs there vpon inter'gatories,

And we will answer all things faithfully

Gra. Let it be so, the first inter'gatory That my Nerrissa shall be
sworne on, is,

Whether till the next night she had rather stay, Or goe to bed, now
being two houres to day, But were the day come, I should wish it darke,
Till I were couching with the Doctors Clarke. Well, while I liue, Ile
feare no other thing So sore, as keeping safe Nerrissas ring.

Exeunt.

FINIS. The Merchant of Venice.

