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The Merchant of Venice. By being peeuish? I tell thee what Anthonio,
[90]
I loue thee, and it is my loue that speakes: There are a sort of men, whose visages Do creame and mantle like a standing pond, And do a wilfull stilnesse entertaine, With purpose to be drest in an opinion
[95]
Of wisedome, grauity, profound conceit, As who should say, I am sir an Oracle, And when I ope my lips, let no dogge barke. O my Anthonio, I do know of these That therefore onely are reputed wise,
[100]
For saying nothing; when I am verie sure If they should speake, would almost dam those eares Which hearing them would call their brothers fooles: Ile tell thee more of this another time. But fish not with this melancholly baite
[105]
For this foole Gudgin, this opinion: Come good Lorenzo, faryewell a while, Ile end my exhortation after dinner.
Lor. Well, we will leaue you then till dinner time. I must be one of these same dumbe wise men,
[110]
For Gratiano neuer let's me speake.
Gra. Well, keepe me company but two yeares mo, Thou shalt not know the sound of thine owne tongue. Ant.

Far you well, Ile grow a talker for this geare.

Gra. Thankes ifaith, for silence is onely commendable
[115]
In a neats tongue dri'd, and a maid not vendible.
Exit. Ant.

It is that any thing now.

Bas.

Gratiano speakes an infinite deale of nothing,

more then any man in all Venice, his reasons are two

graines of wheate hid in two bushels of chaffe: you shall

[120]

seeke all day ere you finde them, & when you haue them

they are not worth the search.

An. Well: tel me now, what Lady is the same To whom you swore a secret Pilgrimage That you to day promis'd to tel me of? Bas.
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Tis not vnknowne to you Anthonio How much I haue disabled mine estate, By something shewing a more swelling port Then my faint meanes would grant continuance: Nor do I now make mone to be abridge'd
[130]
From such a noble rate, but my cheefe care Is to come fairely off from the great debts Wherein my time something too prodigall Hath left me gag'd: to you Anthonio I owe the most in money, and in loue,
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And from your loue I haue a warrantie To vnburthen all my plots and purposes, How to get cleere of all the debts I owe.
An. I pray you good Bassanio let me know it, And if it stand as you your selfe still do,
[140]
Within the eye of honour, be assur'd My purse, my person, my extreamest meanes Lye all vnlock'd to your occasions.
Bass. In my schoole dayes, when I had lost one shaft I shot his fellow of the selfesame flight
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The selfesame way, with more aduised watch To finde the other forth, and by aduenturing both, I oft found both. I vrge this child‑hoode proofe, Because what followes is pure innocence. I owe you much, and like a wilfull youth,
[150]
That which I owe is lost: but if you please To shoote another arrow that selfe way Which you did shoot the first, I do not doubt, As I will watch the ayme: Or to finde both, Or bring your latter hazard backe againe,

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And thankfully rest debter for the first.
An. You know me well, and herein spend but time To winde about my loue with circumstance, And out of doubt you doe more wrong In making question of my vttermost
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Then if you had made waste of all I haue: Then doe but say to me what I should doe That in your knowledge may by me be done, And I am prest vnto it: therefore speake.
Bass. In Belmont is a Lady richly left,
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And she is faire, and fairer then that word, Of wondrous vertues, sometimes from her eyes I did receiue faire speechlesse messages: Her name is Portia, nothing vndervallewd To Cato's daughter, Brutus Portia ,
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Nor is the wide world ignorant of her worth, For the foure windes blow in from euery coast Renowned sutors, and her sunny locks Hang on her temples like a golden fleece, Which makes her seat of Belmont Cholchos strond,
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And many Iasons come in quest of her. O my Anthonio, had I but the meanes To hold a riuall place with one of them, I haue a minde presages me such thrift, That I should questionlesse be fortunate.
Anth.
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Thou knowst that all my fortunes are at sea, Neither haue I money, nor commodity To raise a present summe, therefore goe forth Try what my credit can in Venice doe, That shall be rackt euen to the vttermost,
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To furnish thee to Belmont to faire Portia. Goe presently enquire, and so will I Where money is, and I no question make To haue it of my trust, or for my sake.
Exeunt.
[Act 1, Scene 2] Enter Portia with her waiting woman Nerissa. Portia.

By my troth Nerrissa, my little body is a wea­

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rie of this great world.

Ner.

You would be sweet Madam, if your miseries

were in the same abundance as your good fortunes are:

and yet for ought I see, they are as sicke that surfet with

too much, as they that starue with nothing; it is no smal

[195]

happinesse therefore to bee seated in the meane, super­

fluitie comes sooner by white haires, but competencie

liues longer.

Portia.

Good sentences, and well pronounc'd.

Ner.

They would be better if well followed.

Portia.
[200]

If to doe were as easie as to know what were

good to doe, Chappels had beene Churches, and poore

mens cottages Princes Pallaces: it is a good Diuine that

followes his owne instructions; I can easier teach twen­

tie what were good to be done, then be one of the twen­

[205]

tie to follow mine owne teaching: the braine may de­

uise lawes for the blood, but a hot temper leapes ore a

colde decree, such a hare is madnesse the youth, to skip

ore the meshes of good counsaile the cripple; but this

reason is not in fashion to choose me a husband: O mee,

[210]

the word choose, I may neither choose whom I would,

nor refuse whom I dislike, so is the wil of a liuing daugh­

ter curb'd by the will of a dead father: it is not hard Ner­ rissa , that I cannot choose one, nor refuse none.

Ner.

Your father was euer vertuous, and holy men

[215]

at their death haue good inspirations, therefore the lot­

terie that hee hath deuised in these three chests of gold,

siluer, and leade, whereof who chooses his meaning, chooses

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[Act 1, Scene 2] Enter Portia with her waiting woman Nerissa. Portia.

By my troth Nerrissa, my little body is a wea­

[190]

rie of this great world.

Ner.

You would be sweet Madam, if your miseries

were in the same abundance as your good fortunes are:

and yet for ought I see, they are as sicke that surfet with

too much, as they that starue with nothing; it is no smal

[195]

happinesse therefore to bee seated in the meane, super­

fluitie comes sooner by white haires, but competencie

liues longer.

Portia.

Good sentences, and well pronounc'd.

Ner.

They would be better if well followed.

Portia.
[200]

If to doe were as easie as to know what were

good to doe, Chappels had beene Churches, and poore

mens cottages Princes Pallaces: it is a good Diuine that

followes his owne instructions; I can easier teach twen­

tie what were good to be done, then be one of the twen­

[205]

tie to follow mine owne teaching: the braine may de­

uise lawes for the blood, but a hot temper leapes ore a

colde decree, such a hare is madnesse the youth, to skip

ore the meshes of good counsaile the cripple; but this

reason is not in fashion to choose me a husband: O mee,

[210]

the word choose, I may neither choose whom I would,

nor refuse whom I dislike, so is the wil of a liuing daugh­

ter curb'd by the will of a dead father: it is not hard Ner­ rissa , that I cannot choose one, nor refuse none.

Ner.

Your father was euer vertuous, and holy men

[215]

at their death haue good inspirations, therefore the lot­

terie that hee hath deuised in these three chests of gold,

siluer, and leade, whereof who chooses his meaning,

chooses you, wil no doubt neuer be chosen by any right­

ly, but one who you shall rightly loue: but what warmth

[220]

is there in your affection towards any of these Princely

suters that are already come?

Por.

I pray thee ouer‑name them, and as thou namest

them, I will describe them, and according to my descrip­

tion leuell at my affection.

Ner.
[225]

First there is the Neopolitane Prince.

Por.

I that's a colt indeede, for he doth nothing but

talke of his horse, and hee makes it a great appropria­

tion to his owne good parts that he can shoo him him­

selfe: I am much afraid my Ladie his mother plaid false

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with a Smyth.

Ner.

Than is there the Countie Palentine.

Por.

He doth nothing but frowne (as who should

say, and you will not haue me, choose: he heares merrie

tales and smiles not, I feare hee will proue the weeping

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Phylosopher when he growes old, being so full of vn­

mannerly sadnesse in his youth.) I had rather to be marri­

ed to a deaths head with a bone in his mouth, then to ei­

ther of these: God defend me from these two.

Ner.

How say you by the French Lord, Mounsier

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Le Boune?

Por.

God made him, and therefore let him passe for a

man, in truth I know it is a sinne to be a mocker, but he,

why he hath a horse better then the Neopolitans, a bet­

ter bad habite of frowning then the Count Palentine, he

[245]

is euery man in no man, if a Trassell sing, he fals straight

a capring, he will fence with his owne shadow. If I should

marry him, I should marry twentie husbands: if hee

would despise me, I would forgiue him, for if he loue me

to madnesse, I should neuer requite him.

Ner.
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What say you then to Fauconbridge, the yong Baron of England?
Por.

You know I say nothing to him, for hee vnder­

stands not me, nor I him: he hath neither Latine, French ,

nor Italian, and you will come into the Court & sweare

that I haue a poore pennie‑worth in the English: hee is a

[255]

proper mans picture, but alas who can conuerse with a

dumbe show? how odly he is suited, I thinke he bought

his doublet in Italie, his round hose in France, his bonnet

in Germanie, and his behauiour euery where.

Ner. What thinke you of the other Lord his neigh­ bour? Por.
[260]

That he hath a neighbourly charitie in him, for

he borrowed a boxe of the eare of the Englishman, and

swore he would pay him againe when hee was able: I

thinke the Frenchman became his suretie, and seald vnder

for another.

Ner.
[265]

How like you the yong Germaine, the Duke of

Saxonies Nephew?

Por.

Very vildely in the morning when hee is sober,

and most vildely in the afternoone when hee is drunke:

when he is best, he is a little worse then a man, and when

[270]

he is worst, he is little better then a beast: and the worst

fall that euer fell, I hope I shall make shift to go with­

out him.

Ner.

If he should offer to choose, and choose the right

Casket, you should refuse to performe your Fathers will,

[275]

if you should refuse to accept him.

Por.

Therefore for feare of the worst, I pray thee set

a deepe glasse of Reinish‑wine on the contrary Casket,

for if the diuell be within, and that temptation without,

I know he will choose it. I will doe any thing Nerrissa

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ere I will be married to a spunge.

Ner.

You neede not feare Lady the hauing any of

these Lords, they haue acquainted me with their deter­

minations, which is indeede to returne to their home,

and to trouble you with no more suite, vnlesse you may

[285]

be won by some other sort then your Fathers impositi­

on, depending on the Caskets.

Por.

If I liue to be as olde as Sibilla, I will dye as

chaste as Diana: vnlesse I be obtained by the manner

of my Fathers will: I am glad this parcell of wooers

[290]

are so reasonable, for there is not one among them but

I doate on his verie absence: and I wish them a faire de­

parture.

Ner.

Doe you not remember Ladie in your Fa­

thers time, a Venecian, a Scholler and a Souldior that

[295]

came hither in companie of the Marquesse of Mount­ ferrat ?

Por.

Yes, yes, it was Bassanio, as I thinke, so was hee

call'd.

Ner.

True Madam, hee of all the men that euer my

[300]

foolish eyes look'd vpon, was the best deseruing a faire

Lady.

Por.

I remember him well, and I remember him wor­

thy of thy praise.

Enter a Seruingman. Ser.

The four Strangers seeke you Madam to take

[305]

their leaue: and there is a fore‑runner come from a fift,

the Prince of Moroco, who brings word the Prince his

Maister will be here to night.

Por.

If I could bid the fift welcome with so good

heart as I can bid the other foure farewell, I should be

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glad of his approach: if he haue the condition of a Saint,

and the complexion of a diuell, I had rather hee should

shriue me then wiue me. Come Nerrissa, sirra go before;

whiles wee shut the gate vpon one wooer, another

knocks at the doore.

Exeunt.
 

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   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter a Seruingman.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-mv-ser">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ser.</speaker>
      <p n="304">The four Strangers seeke you Madam to take
      <lb n="305"/>their leaue: and there is a fore‑runner come from a fift,
      <lb n="306"/>the Prince of<hi rend="italic">Moroco</hi>, who brings word the Prince his
      <lb n="307"/>Maister will be here to night.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mv-por">
      <speaker rend="italic">Por.</speaker>
      <p n="308">If I could bid the fift welcome with so good
      <lb n="309"/>heart as I can bid the other foure farewell, I should be
      <lb n="310"/>glad of his approach: if he haue the condition of a Saint,
      <lb n="311"/>and the complexion of a diuell, I had rather hee should
      <lb n="312"/>shriue me then wiue me. Come<hi rend="italic">Nerrissa</hi>, sirra go before;
      <lb n="313"/>whiles wee shut the gate vpon one wooer, another
      <lb n="314"/>knocks at the doore.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic inline" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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