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And summon him to marriage. Now he goes,
With no less presence, but with much more loye,
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 ! 189
Live thou, I live :--With much much more dismay
I view the fight, than thou that mak'st the fray.

[Musick within.

A Song, whilst BASSANIO comments on the Caskets to

Tell me, where is fancy bred,
Or in the heart, or in the head ?

How begot, how nourished ?

It is engender'd in the eyes,
With gazing fed ; and fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies:

Let us all ring fancy's knell.
I'll begin it,Ding dong, bell,

Ding, dong, bell.



Bass. So may the outward shows be least them.

The world is still deceiv'd with ornament.
In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt,
But, being season'd with a gracious voice,



Obscures the show of evil? In religion,
What damned error, but some sober brow
Will bless it, and approve it with a text,
Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?
There is no vice so simple, but assumes
Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
How many cowards, whose hearts are all as false
As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins
The beards of Hercules, and frowning Mars ;
Who, inward search'd, have livers white as milk?
And these assume but valour's excrement,
To render them redoubted. Look on beauty,
And you shall see 'tis purchas'd by the weight;
Which therein works a miracle in nature,
Making them lightest that wear most of it:
So are those crisped snaky golden locks,
Which make such wanton gambols with the wind,
Upon supposed fairness, often known
To be the dowry of a second head,
The scull that bred them, in the sepulchre.
Thus ornament is but the guiled shore
To a most dangerous sea; the beauteous scarf
Veiling an Indian beauty ; in a worden in
The seeming truth which cunning times put on
To entrap the wisest. Therefore, thou gaudy gold,
Hard food for Midas, will none of thee :

230 Nor none of thee, thou pale and common drudge 'Tween man and man: but thou, thou meager lead, Which rather threatnest, than dost promise aught, Thy plainness moves me more than eloquence, Giij



And inere choose I ; Joy be the consequence !

Por. How all the other passions fleet to air,
As doubtful thoughts, and rash-embrac'd despair,
And shudd'ring fear, and green-ey'd jealousy.
O love, be moderate, allay thy ecstasy,
In measure rain thy joy, scant this excess; 240
I feel too much thy blessing, make it less,
For fear I surfeit!

[Opening the leaden Casket,
Bass. Whạt find I here?
Fair Portia's counterfeit? Whạt demi-god
Hath come sp near creation ? Move these eyes ?
Or whether, riding on the balls of mine,
Seem they in motion ? Here are sever'd lips,
Parted with sugar breath ; so sweet a bar
Should sunder such sweet friends : Here in her hairs
The painter plays the spider; and hath woven 250
A golden mesh to entrap the hearts of men,
Faster than gnats in cobwebs : But her eyes,
How could he see to do them? having made one,
Methinks, it should have power to steal both his,
And leave itself unfurnish'd: Yet look, how far
The substance of my praise doth wrong this shadow
In underprizing it, so far this shadow
Doth limp behind the substance. Here's the scroll,
The continent and summary of



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You that choose not by the view,
Chance as fair, and choose as true !
Since this fortune falls to you,
Be content, and scek no new.

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A gentle scroll ;--Fair lady, by your leave;

[Kissing her,
I come by note, to give, and to receive,
Like one of two çontending in a prize,

That thinks he hath done well in people's eyes,
Hearing applause, and universal shout
Giddy in spirit, still gazing, in a doubt
Whether those peals of praise be his or no;
So, thrice fair lady, stand I, even so ;
As doubtful whether what I see bę true,
Until confirm’d, sign'd, ratify'd by you.

Por. You see me, lord Bassanio, where I stand,
Such as I am : though, for myself alone,
I would not be ambitious in my


To wish myself much better; yet, for you,
I would be trebled twenty times myself ;
A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times
More rich ; that to stand high in your account,
I might in virtues, beauties, livings, friends,
Exceed account : but the full

Is sum of something; which, to term in gross,

of me

Is an unlesson'd girl, unschool'd, unpractis'd.

Happy in this, she is not yet so old
But she may learn; and happier than this,
She is not bred so dull but she can learn ;



Happiest of all, is, that her gentle spirit
Commits itself to yours to be directed,
As from her lord, her governor, her king.
Myself, and what is mine, to you, and yours
Is now converted : but now I was the lord
Of this fair mansion, master of my servants,
Queen o'er myself; and even now, but

This house, these servants, and this same myself,
Are yours, my lord; I give them with this ring; 300
Which when you part from, lose, or give away,
Let it presage the ruin of your love,
And be my vantage to exclaim on you.

Bass. Madam, you have bereft me of all words,
Only my blood speaks to you in


veins :
And there is such confusion in my powers,
As, after some oration fairly spoke-
By a beloved prince, there doth appear
Among the buzzing pleased multitude;
Where every something, being blent together, 310
Turns to a wild of nothing, save of joy,
Exprest, and not exprest: But when this ring
Parts from this finger, then parts life from hence;
O, then be bold to say, Bassanio's dead.

Ner. My lord and lady, it is now our time,
That have stood by, and seen our wishes prosper,
To cry, good joy; Good joy, my lord, and lady!

Gra. My lord Bassanio, and my gentle lady,
I wish you all the joy that you can wish;
For, I am sure, you can wish none from me : 320
And, when your honours mean to solemnize


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