O these deliberate fools! when they do choose, Enter a Servant. Serv. Where is my lady? Por. Here; what would my lord? Serv. Madam, there is alighted at your gate A young Venetian, one that comes before To fignify the approaching of his lord: From whom he bringeth fenfible regreets; To wit, befides commends, and courteous breath, A day in April never came so sweet, [Exeunt ACT ACT III. SCENE I. A Street in Venice. Enter SALANIO, and SALARINO. Sala. Now, what news on the Rialto? Sal. Why, yet it lives there uncheck'd, that Anthonio hath a fhip of rich lading wreck'd on the narrow feas; the Goodwins, I think, they call the place; a very dangerous flat, and fatal, where the carcafes of many a tall ship lie buried, as they say, if my goffip report be an honeft woman of her word. Sala. I would fhe were as lying a goffip in that, as ever knapt ginger, or made her neighbours believe the wept for the death of a third husband: But it is true, without any flips of prolixity, or croffing the plain high-way of talk,-that the good Anthonio, the honest Anthonio,-O that I had a title good enough to keep his name company!Sal. Come the full ftop. Sala. Ha, what fay'ft thou ?-Why the end is, he hath loft a fhip. Sal. I would it might prove the end of his loffes! Sala. Let me fay amen betimes, left the devil cross thy prayer; for here he comes in the likeness of a Jew. Enter SHYLOCK. How now, Shylock? what news among the merchants? Shy. Shy. You knew, none fo well, none fo well as you, of my daughter's flight. Sal. That's certain: I, for my part, knew the taylor that made the wings fhe flew withal. Sala. 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. Sal. That's certain, if the devil may be her judge, Sala. Out upon it, old carrion! rebels it at these years? Shy. I fay, my daughter is my flesh and blood. Sal. 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 Rhenifh :-but tell us, do you hear, whether Anthonio have had any lofs at sea, or no? Shy. There I have another bad match: a bankrupt, a prodigal, who dare fcarce fhew his head on the Rialto;-a beggar, that us'd to come fo fmug upon the mart; let him look to his bond: he was wont to call me ufurer;-let him look to his bond: he was wont to lend money for a Chrif tian courtesy;-let him look to his bond. Sal. Why, I am fure, if he forfeit, thou wilt not take his flesh; What's that good for? Shy. To bait fifh withal: if it will feed nothing elfe, it will feed my revenge. He hath difgrac'd me, and hinder'd me of half a million; laugh'd at my loffes, mock'd at my gains, fcorn'd my nation, thwarted my bargains, cool'd my friends, heated mine enemies; And what's his reafon? I am a Jew: Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands? organs, dimenfions, fenfes, affections, paffions? fed with the fame food, hurt with the fame weapons, fubject to the fame diseases, heal'd by the fame means, warm'd and cool'd by the fame winter and fummer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poifon us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? if we are like you in the reft, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Chriftian, what is his humility? revenge: If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his fufferance be by Christian example? why, revenge. The villany you teach me, I will execute: and it fhall go hard, but I will better the inftruction. Enter a Servant, Serv. Gentlemen, my master Anthonio is at his houfe, and defires to speak with you both. Sal. We have been up and down to seek him. Enter TUBAL. Sala. Here comes another of the tribe; a third cannot be match'd, unless the devil himself turn Jew. [Exeunt SAL. and SALAN. Shy. How now, Tubal, what news from Genoa? haft thou found my daughter? Tub. I often came where I did hear of her, but cannot find her. Shy. Why, there, there, there, there! a diamond gone, coft me two thousand ducats in Frankfort? the curfe never fell upon our nation 'till now; I never felt it 'till now:-two thoufand ducats in that; and other precious, precious jewels.I would, F would, my daughter were dead at my foot, and the jewels in her ear! 'would fhe were hears'd at my foot, and the ducats in her coffin! No news of them?Why fo:and I know not what's fpent in the fearch: Why, thou lofs upon lofs! the thief gone with so much, and fo much to find the thief; and no fatisfaction, no revenge: nor no ill luck ftirring, but what lights o' my fhoulder; no fighs, but o' my breathing; no tears, but o' my fhedding. Tub. Yes, other men have ill luck too; Anthonio, as I heard in Genoa, Shy. What, what, what? ill luck, ill luck? Tub. Hath an argofy caft away, coming from Tripolis. Shy. I thank God, I thank God:-Is it true? is it true? Tub. I fpoke with fome of the failors 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, fourfcore ducats. Shy. Thou ftick'ft a dagger in me:-I fhall never fee my gold again: Fourfcore ducats at a fitting! fourfcore ducats! Tub. There came divers of Anthonio's creditors in my company to Venice, that fwear he cannot choose but break. Shy. I am glad of it; I'll plague him; I'll torture him; I am glad of it. Tub. One of them fhewed me a ring, that he had of your daughter for a monkey. E Shy |