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I chose in my life lastly,
Flourish of Cornets. Enter the Prince of Arragon,
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
s And so have I address'd me :] To address is to prepare.
Why, then to thee, thou silver treasure-house;
there. Ar. What's here i 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.
8 How much low peasantry would then be glean'd
From the true seed of honour?] The meaning is, How much meanness 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
By the time I linger here:
But I go away with two.
[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.
Here; what would my lord ?
To wit, besides commends, and courteous breath,
Por. No more, I pray thee; I am half afeard,
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, o that I had a title good enough to keep his name company
Salar. Come, the full stop.
Salan. Ha,—what say'st thou ?—Why the end is, he hath lost a ship.
Salar. I would it might prove the end of his Josses !
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.
judge. Shy. My own flesh and blood to rebel ! Salan. Out upon it, old carrion ! rebels it at
these years i 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.