the Rialto a beggar, that us'd 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. 49 Sal. Why, I am sure, if he forfeit, thou wilt not take his flesh; What's that good for? Shy. To bait fish withal: if it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. He hath disgrac'd me, and hinder'd me of half a million; laugh'd at my losses, mock'd at my gains, scorn'd my nation, thwarted my bargains, cool'd my friends, heated mine enemies; And what's his reason? I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands? organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, heal'd by the same means, warm'd and cool'd by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? if you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? revenge: If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian exainple? why, revenge. The villainy, you teach me, I will execute; and it shall go hard, but I will better the instruction. Enter a Servant. Serv. Gentlemen, my master Anthonio is at his house, and desires to speak with you both. 71 Sal. 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? hast thou found my daughter? Tub. I often came where I did hear of her, but cannot find her. 78 Shy. Why there, there, there, there! a diamond gone, cost me two thousand ducats in Frankfort! the curse never fell upon our nation 'till now; I 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, so 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. 9o 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 argosy cast away, coming from Tripolis. Sky. I thank God, I thank God:-Is it true? is it true? Tub. Tub. I spoke with some of the sailors that escaped the wreck. 101 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 Anthonio's creditors in my company to Venice, that swear he cannot choose but break. 111 Shy. I am glad of it; I'll plague him; I'll torture him; I am glad of it. Tub. One of them shewed 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 would not have given it for a wilderness of monkies. Tub. But Anthonio is certainly undone. 120 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. SCENE II. Belmont. Enter BASSANIO, PORTIA, GRATIANO, and Attendants. The Caskets are set out. Por. I pray you, tarry; pause a day or two, But lest you should not understand me well I speak too long; but 'tis to peize the time; - 140 150 Bass. Bass. Let me choose; For, as I am, I live upon 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. 161 Bass. Promise me life, and I'll confess the truth. Por. Well then, confess and live, Bass. Confess, and love, Had been the very sum of my confession : Por. Away then: I am lock'd in one of them; Let musick sound while he doth make his choice; Fading in musick: that the comparison 170 May stand more proper, my eye shall be the stream, And what is musick then? then musick is 180 And |