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never felt it till now :-two thousand ducats in that ; and other precious, precious jewels.- I would, my daughter were dead at my foot, and the jewels in her ear! 'would she were hears'd at my foot, and the ducats in her coffin! No news of them ?--Why, 80:- and I know not what's spent in the search: Why, thou loss upon loss! the thief gone with so much, and so much to find the thief; and no satisfaction, no revenge: nor no ill luck stirring, but what lights o' my shoulders; no sighs, but o my breathing; no tears, but o' my shedding.
Tub. Yes, other men have ill luck too; Antonio, as I heard in Genoa,
Shy. What, what, what? ill luck, ill luck?
Tub. -hath an argosy cast away, coming from Tripolis.
Shy. I thank God, I thank God:Is it true? is it true ?
Tub. I spoke with some of the sailors that escaped the wreck.
Shy. I thank thee, good Tubal; -Good news, good news: ha! ha!—Where? in Genoa ?
Tub. Your daughter spent in Genoa, as I heard, one night, fourscore ducats.
Shy. Thou stick’st a dagger in me: I shall never see my gold again : Fourscore ducats at a sitting ! fourscore ducats !
Tub. There came divers of Antonio's creditors in my company to Venice, that swear he cannot choose but break.
Shy. I am very glad of it: I'll plague him; I'll torture him ; I am glad of it.
Tub. One of them showed me a ring, that he had of your daughter for a monkey.
Shy. Out upon her! Thou torturest me; Tubal: it was my turquoise;' I had it of Leah, when I was a bachelor : I uld not have given it for a wilderness of monkies.
Tub. But Antonio is certainly undone.
Shy. Nay, that's true, that's very true: Go, Tubal, fee me an officer, bespeak him a fortnight before: I will have the heart of him, if he forfeit; for were he out of Venice, I can make what merchandize I will : Go, go, Tubal, and meet me at our synagogue; go, good Tubal; at our synagogue, Tubal. [Exeunt.
Belmont.' A Room in Portia's House.
Enter BASSANIO, PORTIA, GRATIANO, NERISSA,
and Attendants. The caskets are set out. Por. I pray you, tarry; pause a day or two, Before you hazard; for, in choosing wrong, I lose your company; therefore, forbear a while : There's something tells me, (but it is not love,) I would not lose you; and you know yourself, Hate counsels not in such a quality : But lest you should not understand me well, (And yet a maiden hath no tongue but thought) I would detain
here some month or two, Before you venture for me.
I could teach you,
• A precious stone.
How to choose right, but then I am forsworn;
o'er-look'd me, and divided me;
Let me choose ; For, as I am, I live
the rack. Por. Upon the rack, Bassanio? then confess What treason there is mingled with your love.
Bass. None, but that ugly treason of mistrust, Which makes me fear the enjoying of my
love : There may as well be amity and life 'Tween snow and fire, as treason and my love.
Por. Ay, but, I fear, you speak upon the rack, Where men enforced do speak any thing.
Bass. Promise me life, and I'll confess the truth,
Confess, and love,
Por. Away then: I am lock'd in one of theni; If
you do love me, you will find me out.. Nerissa, and the rest, stand all aloof. Let musick sound, while he doth make his choice; Then, if he lose, he makes a swan-like end, Fading in musick : that the comparison May stand more proper, my eye shall be the stream, And wațry death-bed for him: He may win; And what is musick then ? then musick is Even as the flourish when true subjects bow To a new-crowned monarch: such it is, As are those dulcet sounds in break of day, That creep into the dreaming bridegroom's ear, And summon him to marriage. Now he goes, With no less presence, but with much more love, Than young Alcides, when he did redeem The virgin tribute paid by howling Troy To the sea-monster : I stand for sacrifice, The rest aloof are the Dardanian wives, With bleared visages, come forth to view The issue of the exploit. Go, Hercules ! Live thou, I live:-With much much more dismay I view the fight, than thou that mak'st the fray.
Musick, whilst BASSANIO comments on the caskets
Reply, 2. It is engender'd in the eyes,
With gazing fed; and fancy dies
Let us all ring fancy's knell ;
the outward shows be least them.
cowards, whose hearts are all as false