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Flourish of Cornets. Enter the Prince of Atragon,
Portia, and their Trains.
Ar. I am enjoin'd by oath to observe three things:
Por. To these injunctions every one doth swear, That comes to hazard for my worthless self.
Ar. And so have I address'd me:' Fortune now
And so have I address'd me:) To address is to prepare.
in the force-] i. e. the power'.
Why, then to thee, thou silver treasure-house;
there. Ar. What's here? the portrait of a blinking
idiot, Presenting me a schedule? I will read it. How much unlike art thou to Portia? How much unlike my hopes, and my deservings? Who chooseth me, shall have as much as he deserves, Did I deserve no more than a fool's head? Is that my prize? are my deserts no better?
Por. To offend, and judge, are distinct offices, And of opposed natures,
• How much low peasantry would then be glean'd
From the true seed of honour?] The meaning is, How much mcanness would be found among the great, and how much greatness among the mean,
What is here?
The fire seven times tried this;
Still more fool I shall appear
[Exeunt Arragon, and Train.
Ner. The ancient saying is no heresy ;Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.
Por. Come, draw the curtain, Nerissa.
Enter a Servant.
Serv. Where is my lady?
lord ? Serv. Madam, there is alighted at your gate A
young Venetian, one that comes before To signify the approaching of his lord: From whom he bringeth sensible regreets;'
I wis,) I know. Wissen, German. regreets;] i. e. salutations.
To wit, besides commends, and courteous breath,
Por. No more, I pray thee; I am half afeard,
SCENE I. Venice. A Street.
Enter SALANIO and SALARINO.
Salan. Now, what news on the Rialto?
Salar. Why, yet it lives there uncheck’d, that Antonio hath a ship of rich lading wreck'd on the narrow seas; the Goodwins, I think they call the place; a very dangerous flat, and fatal, where the carcases of many a tall ship lie buried, as they say, if my gossip report be an honest woman of her word.
Salan. I would she were as lying a gossip in that as ever knapp'd ginger, or made her neighbours believe she wept for the death of a third husband: But it is true,—without any slips of prolixity, or crossing the plain high-way of talk,-that the good Antonio, the honest Antonio,-40 that I had a title good enough to keep his name company!
Salar. Come, the full stop.
Salan, Ha,—what şay’sự thou?-Why the end is, he hath lost a ship.
Salar, I would it might prove the end of his losses!
Salan. Let me say amen betimes, lest the devil cross my prayer; for here he comes in the likeness of a Jew
Enter SHYLOCK. How now, Shylock? what news among the merchants?
Shy. You knew, none so well, none so well as you, of my daughter's flight.
Salar. That's certain; I, for my part, knew the tailor that made the wings she flew withal.
Salan. And Shylock, for his own part, knew the bird was fledg’d; and then it is the complexion of them all to leave the dam.
Shy. She is damn'd for it.
these years? Shy. I say, my daughter is my flesh and blood.
Salar. There is more difference between thy flesh and hers, than between jet and ivory; more between your bloods, than there is between red wine and rhenish :-But tell us, do you hear whether Antonio have had any loss at sea or no?
Shy. There I have another bad match: a bankrupt, a prodigal, who dare scarce show his head on the Rialto ;-a beggar that used to come so smug upon the mart; let him look to his bond: he was wont to call me usurer ; let him look to his bond : he was wont to lend money for a Christian courtesy; - let him look to his bond.