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Pompion the Great: for mine own part, I know Biron. My hat to a halfpenny, Pompey proves not the degree of the worthy; but I am to stand the best worthy. Biron. Go, bid them prepare.

[for him.

Enter NATHANIEL arm'd, for Alexander. Cost. We will turn it finely off, sir, we will Nath. When in the world I liv'd, 1 wus the take some care.

[Exit CoSTARD. world's commander ; King. Biron, they will shame us, let them not By east, west, north, and south, I spread my conapproach.

[some policy quering might: Biron. We are shame-proof, my lord: and 'tis My 'sculcheon plain declares that I am Alisander. To have one show worse than the king's and Boyet. Your nose says, no, you are not; for his company.

it stands too right. King. I say, they shall not come.

Biron. Your nose smells, no, in this, most Prin. Nay, my good lord, let me o'errule you tender-smelling knight. now:

(how: Prin. The conqueror is dismay'd: Proceed, That sport best pleases, that doth least know good Alexander. Where zeal strives to content, and the contents Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was the Die in the zeal of them which it presents,

world's commander;

(Alisander, Their form confounded makes most form in Boyet. Most true, 'tis right; you were so, mirth;

(birth. Biron. Pompey the great, When great things labouring perish in their Cost.

Your servant, and Costard. Biron. A right description of our sport, my lord. Biron. Take away the conqueror, take away Enter ARMADO.

Alisander. Arm. Anointed, I implore so much expense

Cost. O, sir, [TO NATA.) you have overthrown of thy royal sweet breath, as will utter a brace Alisander the conqueror! You will be scraped of words.

out of the painted cloth for this : your lion, [ARMADO converses with the King, and delivers that holds his poll-ax sitting on a close-stool, him a paper.

will be given to A-jax : he will be the ninth Prin. Doth this man serve God?

worthy. A conqueror, and afearl to speak ! Biron. Why ask you?

[making. run away for shame, Alisander. (Nath. retires.] Prin. He speaks not like a man of God's There, an't shall please you; à fooli slı mild

Arm. That's all one, my fair, sweet, honey manj, an honest man, look you, and soon monarch: for, I protest, the schoolmaster is ex- dash'd! He is a marvellous good neighbour, in ceeding fantastical; too, too vain; too, too vain: sooth; and a very good bowler: but, for AliBut we will put it, as they say, to fortuna della sander, alas, you see how 'tis :-- little o'erguera. I wish you the peace of mind, most royal parted:But there are worthies a coming will couplement.

[Erit ARMADO. speak their mind in some other sort. King. Here is like to be a good presence of

Prin. Stand aside, good Pompey. worthies : He presents Hector of Troy; the Enter HOLOFERNES arm'd, for Judas, and Moth swain, Pompey the great; the parish curate,

arm'd, for Hercules. Alexander: Armado's page, Hercules; the pe

Hol. Great Hercul s is presented by this imp, dant, Judas Machabælis.

Whose club kill'd Cerberus, that three-headed And if these four worthies in their first show

cantis, thrive,

(other five. And, when he was a babe, a child, a shrimp, These four will change habits, and present the Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus :

Biron. There is five in the first show. Quoniam, he seemeth in minority;
King. You are deceiv'd, 'tis not so.

Ergo, I come with this apology.-.
Biron. The pedant, the braggart, the hedge- Keep some state in thy exil, and vanish.
priest, the fool, and the boy -

[Erit MOTH. A bare throw at novum; and the whole world

Hol. Judas I am, again,

(vein. Dom. A Jndas! Cannot prick out five such, take eacă one in his Hol. Not Iscariot, sir,--King. The ship is under sail, and here she Judas I am, ycleped Machabæus. comes amain.

Dum. Judas Machabæus clipt, is plain Judas. (Seats brought for the King, Princess, dc. Piron. A kissing traitor ; -How art thou

Hol. Judas I am,-
Pageant of the Nine Worthies.

(prov'd Judas

Dum. The more shame for you, Judas.
Enter Costarp arm'd, for Pompey.

Hol. What mean you, sir?
Cost. I Pompey am,

Boyet. To make Judas hang himself. Boyet.

You lie, you are not he. Cost. I Pompey am,

Hol. Begin, sir; you are my elder. [an elder.

Biron. Well follow'd: Judas was hang’d on Boyet. With libbard's head on knee.

Mol. I will not be put out of countenance. Biron. Well said, old mocker; I must needs

Biron. Because thou hast no face. be friends with thee.

Hol. What is this? Cost. 1 Pompey am, Pompey surnam'd the big,

Boyet. A cittern head. Dun. The great.

Dum. The head of a bodkin, Cost. It is great, sir; Pompey surnam'd the

Biron. A death's face in a ring. (seen, great;

(foe to sweat ; Long. The face of an old Roman coin, scarce This oft in field, with targe and shield, did make my

Boyet. The pummel of Cæsar's faulchion. And travelling along this coast, I here am come by Dum. The carv'd-bone face on a flask. chance;


Biron. St. George's half-cheek in a brooch. And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet lass of

Dum. Ay, and in a brooch of lead. If your ladyship would say, Thanks, Pompey, I

Biron. Ay, and worn in the cap of a toothhad done.

drawer: Prin. Great thanks, great Pompey.

And now, forward; for we have put thee in Cost. 'Tis not so much worth; but, I hope,

countenance. I was perfect: I made a little fault in greut.

Hol. You have put me out of countenance.

Biron. False: we have given thee faces. Biron. Ay, if he have no more man's blood
Hol. But you have out-fac'd them all. in's belly than will sup a flea.
Biron. An thou wert a lion, we would do so. Arm. By the north pole, I do challenge thee.

Bnyet. Therefore, as he is, an ass, let him go. Cost. I will not fight with a pole, like a north-
And so adieu, sweet Jude! nay, why dost thou ern man; I'll slash; I'll do it by the sword:
Dum. For the latter end of his name. (stay? I pray you, let me borrow my arins again.
Biron. For the ass to the Jude; give it him:- Dum. Room for the incensed worthies.
Jud-as, away.

Cost. I'll do it in my shirt. Hoi. This is not generous, not gentle, not Dum. Most resolute Pompey! [lower. humble.

Moth. Master, let me take you a buttonhole Boyet. A light for monsieur Judas; it grows Do you not see, Pompey is uncasing for the

dark, he may stumble. [been baited! combat? Prin. Alas, poor Machabæus, how hath he What mean yon? you will lose your reputation. Enter Armavo arm'd, for Hector.

Arm. Gentlemen and soldiers, pardon me; Biron. Hide thy head, Achilles; here comes I will not combat in my shirt. Hector in arms.

Dum. You may not deny it; Pompey hath Dum. Though my mocks come home by me, made the challenge. I will now be merry.

Arm. Sweet bloods, I both may and will. King. Hector was but a Trojan in respect of Biron. What reason have you for't ? Boyet. But is this lector?

(this. Arm. The naked truth of it is, I have no Dum. I think, Hector was not so clean-tim- shirt; I go woolward for penance. Long. His leg is too big for Hector. (ber'd. Boyet. True, and it was enjoin'd him in Rome Dum. More calf, certain.

for want of linen : since when, I'll be sworn, Boyet. No; he is best indned in the small. he wore none, but a dish-clout of Jaquenetta's; Biron. This cannot be llector. [faces, and that 'a wears next his heart for a favour. Dum. He's a god or a painter; for he makes

Enter MERCADE. Arm. The armipotent Mars, oj lances the al- Mer. God save you, madan. Gave Hector a girl,

(mighty, Prin. Welcome, Mercade; Dum. A gilt nutmeg

But that thon interrupt'st our merriment. Biron. A lemon.

Mer. I am sorry, madam ; for the news I Long. Stuck with cloves.

bring Dum. No, cloven.

Is heavy in my tongne. The king your fatherdrm. Peace.

Prin. Dead, for my life. The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty, Mer. Even so; my tale is told. (cloud. Gave Hector a gift, the heir of Ilion;

Diron. Worthies, away; the scene begins to A man so breath'd, that certain he would fight, yea Arm. For mine own part, I breathe free

From morn till night, out of his pavilion. breath: I have seen the day of wrong through I am that florer,

the little hole of discretion, and I will right Dum. That mint.

myself like a soldier. (Exeunt Worthies. Long.

That columbine. King. How fares your majesty ? Arm. Sweet lord Longaville, rein thy tongue. Prin. Boyet, prepare; I will away to-night.

long. I must rather give it the rein; for it king. Madani, not so; I do beseech yon, stay. fins against Hector.

Prin. Prepare, I say.--I thank you, gracious Dum. Ay, and Hector's a greyhound.

lords, Arm. The sweet war-man is dead and rotten; For all your fair endeavours; and entreat, sweet chucks,'bent not the bones of the buried : Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe wlien lie breath'd, he was a man---Bit I will In your rich wisdom, to excuse, or hide, forward with any device : Sweet royalty, (to The liberal opposition of our spirits: the Princess.] bestow on me the sense of hear- If over-boldly we have borne ourselves ing

(Biros vohispers CostaRn. In the converse of breath, your gentleness Prin. Speak, brave llector; we are much Was guilty of it.-Farewell, worthy lord ! delighted.

A heavy heart bears not an humble tongue; Arm. I do adore thy sweet grace's slipper. Excuse me so, coming so short of thanks Boyet. Loves hier by the foot.

For my great suit so easily obtain'd. [form Dum. He may not by the yard.

King. The extreme parts of time extremely Arn. This Hector far surmounted Hanniini, All causes to the purpose of his speed;

Cost. The party is gone, fellow Hector, she is And often, at his very loose, decides gone; she is two months on her way.

That which long process could not arbitrate: Arm. What meanest thon?

And though the mourning brow of progeny Cost. 'Faith, unless you play the honest Tro Forbid the smiling courtesy of love, jan, the poor wench is cast away: she's quick; The holy suit which fain it would convince; the chiid brags in her belly already; 'tis yours. Yet, since love's argument was first on foot, Arm. Dost thou infamonize me among poten- Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it Llost, tates? thout shalt die.

From what it purpos'd; since, to wail friends Cost. Then shall lector be whipp'd, for Ja- Is not by much so wholesome, profitable, quenetta that is quick by him; and hang'd, for As to rejoice at friends but newly found. Pompey that is dead by bim.

Prin. I understand you not; my griefs are Dum. Most rare Pompey!


(ear of grief; Bnyel. Renowned Pompey!

Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the Biron. Greater than great, great, great, great And by these badges understand the king. Pompey! Pompey the huge!

For your fair sakes have we neglected time, Dum. Hector trembles.

Play'd foul play with our oaths; your beauty, Biron. Pompey is moved :-More Ates, more ladies, Ates; stir them on! stir them on!

liath much deform'd us, fashioning our humours Dum. llector will challenge him.

Even to the opposed end of our intents;

And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous,- I'll mark no words that smooth-fac'd wooers say: As love is full of unbefitting strains;

Come when the king doth to my lady come, All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain; Then, if I have much love, I'll give you some. Form'd by the eye, and therefore, like the eye, Dum. I'll serve thee true and faithfully till Full of strange shapes, of habits, and of forms, then. Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll Kath. Yetswear not, lest you be forsworn again. To every varied object in his glance:

Long. What says Maria ? Which party-coated presence of loose love Mar.

At the twelvemonth's end, Put on by us, if, in your heavenly eyes, I'll change my black gown for a faithful friend. Have misbecoin'd our oaths and grarities, Long. I'll stay with patience; but the time is Those heavenly eyes, that look into these faults, long. Suggested us to make : Therefore, ladies, Mar. The liker you; few taller are so young. Our love being yours, the error that love makes Biron. Studies mylady? mistress, look on me. Is likewise yours: we to ourselves prove false, Behold the window of mine heart, mine eye, By being once false for ever to be true

What luumble suit attends thy answer there: To those that make us both,-fair ladies, you: Impose some service on me for thy love. And even that falsehood, in itself a sin,

Ros. Oft have I heard of you, my lord Biron, Thus purifies itself, and turns to grace. Before I saw you: and the world's large tonguio

Prin. We have receiv'd your letters full of Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks, Your favours, the ambassadors of love; [love; Full of comparisons and wounding flouts; And, in our maiden council, rated them Which you on all estates will execute, At courtship, pleasant jest, and courtesy, That lie within the mercy of your wit : (hrain; As bombast, and as lining to the time: To weed this wormwood from your fruitul But more devout than this, in our respects, And, therewithal to win me if you please Have we not been; and therefore met your loves (Without the which, I am not to be won), in their own fashion, like a merrirnent. You shall this twelvemonth term from day today Dum. Our letters, madam, show'd much more Visit the speechless sick, and still converse than jest.

With groaning wretches; and your task shall be, Long. So did our looks.

With all the tierce endeavour of your wit, Ros.

We did not quote them so. To enforce the pained impotent to smile. King. Now, at the latest minute of the hour, Biron. To move wild laughter in the throat Grant us your loves.

It cannot be; it is impossible : [of death! Prin.

A time, methinks, too short Mirth cannot move a soul in agony. (spirit, To make a world-without-end bargain in : Ros. Why, that's the way to choke a gibing No, no, my lord, your grace is perjur'd much, Whose influence is begot of that loose grace, Full of dear guiltiness : and therefore this.--- Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools: If for my love (as there is no such cause) A jest's prosperity lies in the car You will do aught, this shall you do for me : Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Your oath I will not trust; but go with speed of him that makes it: then, if sickly ears, To some forlorn and naked hermitage,

Deafd with the clamours of their own dear Remote from all the pleasures of the world;

groans, There stay, until the twelve celestial signs

Will hear your idle scorns, continue then, Have brought about their annual reckoning: And I will have you, and that fault withal : If this austere insociable life

But, if they will not, throw away that spirit, Change not your offer made in heat of blood :

And I shall find you empty of that fault, If frosts, and fasts, hard lodging, and thin weeds, Right joyful of your reformation. Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love; Biron. A twelveronth? well, befall what will But that it hear this trial, and last love;

I'll jest a twelvemonth in an hospital. [befall, Then, at the expiration of the year,

Prin. Ay, sweet my lord; and so I take my Come challenge, challenge me by these deserts, leave.

[To th: King And, by this virgin palm, now kissing thine, King. No, madam ; we will bring you on your I will be thine; and, till that instant, shut


[play; My woful self up in mourning house;

Biron. Our wooing doth not end like an old Raining the tears of lamentation,

Jack hath not Jill: these ladies' courtesy For the remembrance of my father's death.

Might well have made our sport a comedy. If this thou do deny, let our hands part;

King. Come, sir, it wants a twelvemonth and Neither entitled in the other's heart.

And then 'twill end.

Ladies, King. If this, or more than this, I would deny,


That's too long for a piay. To flatter up these powers of mine with rest,

Enter ARADO, The sudden hand of death close up mine eye! llence ever then my heart is in thy breast.

Arm. Sweet majesty, vouchsafe me,

Prin. Was not that Hector? Biron. And what to me, my love? and what

Dum. The worthy knight of Troy. to me? Ros. You must be purged too, your sins are

Arm. I will kiss thy royal finger, and take You are attaint with faults and perjury; [rank: leave: I am a votary; I have vowed to Jaque. Therefore, if you my favour mean to get,

hetta to hold the plough for her sweet love three A twelvemonth sball you spend, and never rest, beir the dialogue that the two learned men have

years. But, most esteemed greatness, will you But seek the weary beds of people sick. Dum. But what to me, my love ? but what compiled in praise of the owl and the cuckvo ? to me?

it should have followed in the end of our show.

(nesty; Kath. A wife!-A beard, fair health, and ho- King. Call them forth quickly, we will do so.

Am. Holla! approach. With three-fold love I wish you all these tbree. Inim, 0. shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife? Enter HOLOFERNES, NATII, MOTH, COSTARD,

and others. Kath. Not so, my lord :--a twelvemonth and a day

This side is Hiems, winter; this Ver, the spring;


he once maintain'd by the owl, the other by the

III. cuckoo, Ver, begin.

Winter When icicles hang by the mouil,

And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,

And Tom bears logs into the hall, Spring. When daisies pied, and violets blue,

And milk comes frozen home in pril, And lary-emocks all silver-white,

When blood is nipp'd and vays be joul
And Cuckoo-buds of yellow hue,

Then nightly sings the staring oul,
Do paint the mendous with delight,

The cuckoo then, om every tree,

To-rohit, to-who, a merry note,
Mocks married men, for thus sings he,

While greasy Joan doth keell the pot.
Cuckoo ;

Cuckoo, cuckno,--O) word of fear,

When all aloud the wind doth bloro,
Unpleasing to a married ear!

And coughing drowns the parson's savo,

And birds sit brooding in the snmo,
When shepherds pipe on enten stravos,

And Marian's nose looks red and raro,
And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks,

When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
When turtles trend, and rooks, and dans,

Then nightly sings the staring owl,
And maidens bleach their summer smocks,

The cuckoo, then, on every tree,

To-whit, to-roho, a merry note,
Mocks marri d men, for thus sings he,

While greasy Joan doth keell the pot.

Arm. The words of Mercury are harsh after
Cuckoo, cuckoo,-) voord of fear, the songs of Apollo. You, that way; we, this
Unpleasing to a married aur!


terchant of Venice.

Art first.

Persons Represented.
DUKE of Venice.

OLD GOBBO, Father to Launcelot.
Prince of Morocco,
Suitors to Portia.

SALERIO, A Messenger from Venice.
Prince of Arragon,

LEONARIX), Servani to Bassanio. ANTONIO, the Merchant of Venice.


Servants to Portia.

BASSANIO, his Friend.
SALARIYO, Friends to Antonio and Bassanio. Portia, a rich Heiress,

VERISSA, ker Waiting-Maid.
LOREXzu, in love with Jessica.

JESSICA, Daughter to Shylock
TUBAL, a Jero, his Friend.

Magnificoes of Venice, Officers of the Court of Jus LAUNCELOT GOBBO, a Clown, Servant to Shylock.! tice, Jailer, Servants, and other Attendants. SCENE, -partly at Venice, and partly at Belmont, the Sat of Portia, on the Continent.

Misfortune to my ventures, out of doubt,
Would make me sad.

My wind, cooling my broth,
SCENE I. Venice. A Street.

Would blow me to an agne, when I thought

What harm a wind too great might do at sea. Enter ANTONIO, SALARINO, and SALANIO,

I should not see the sandy hour-ylass run, Ant. In sooth, I know not why I am so sad; But I should think of shallows and of flats; It wearies me; you say, it wearies yon; And gee my wealthy Andrew dock'd in sand, But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, Vailing her high-top lower than her ribs, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, To kiss her burial. Should I go to church, I am to learn ;

And see the holy edifice of stone, And such a want-wit sadness makes of me, And not bethink me straight of dangerous moky; That I have much ado to know myself. Which touching but my gentle vessel's site,

Salar. Your mind is tossing on the ocean; Would scatter all her spices on the streano ; There, where your argosies with portly sail,- Enrobe the roaring waters with my silks; Like signiors and rich burghers on the flood, And, in a word, but even now worth this, Or, as it were, the pageants of the sea,- And nowworth nothing? Shall I have the thought Do overpeer the petty traffickers,

To think on this; and shall I Jack the thought, That curt'sy to them, do them reverence, That such a thing, bechanc'd, would make me A they fly by them with their woven wings. But, tell not me; I know, Antonio (sud?

Suan. Believe me, sir, had I such venture Is sad to think upon his merchandise. The better part of my affections would (forth, Ant. Believe me, no: I thank my fortune for it, B: with my hopes abroad. I should be still My ventures are not in one bottom trusted, Pleking the grass, to know where sits the wind; Nor to one place ; nor is my whole estate Peering in maps, for ports, and piers, and roads; Upon the fortune of this present year: And every object, that might make me fear Therefore, my merchandise makes me not al. Salan. Why then you are in love.

Gra. Well, keep me company but two years Ant.

Fye, fye.

tongue. Salan. Not in love neither? Then let's say, Thou shalt not know the sound of thine owa you are sad,

Ant. Farewell: I'll grow a talker for this gear. Because you are not merry: and 'twere as easy Gra. Thanks, i'faith; for silence is only comFor you, to laugh, and leap, and say, you are mendable merry,

(Janus, Ina neat's tongue dried, and a maid not vendible. Because you are not sad. Now, hy two-headed

[Excunt Gra. and LOR. Nature hath fram'd strange fellows in her time: Ant. Is that any thing now? Some that will evermore peep through their Bass. Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of noAnd laugh, like parrots at a bagpiper: [eyes, thing more than any man in all Venice: His And other of such vinegar aspect,

reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile, bushels of chaff; you shall seek all day ere your Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable. find them; and, when you have them, they are

not worth the search. Enter BASSANIO, Lorenzo, and GRATIANO.

Ant. Well; tell me now, what lady is this same Salan. Here comes Bassanio, your most noble To whom you swore a secret pilgrimage, kinsman,

That you to-day promis'd to tell me of? Gratiano, and Lorenzo: Fare you well:

Bass. 'Tis not unknown to you, Antonio, We leave you now with better company. How much I have disabled mine tate, Salar. I would have staid till I had made you By something showing a more swelling port merry,

Than my faint means would grant continuance; If worthier friends had not prevented me. Nor do I now make moan to be abridy'd

Ant. Your worth is very dear in my regard. From such a noble rate; but my chief care I take it, your own business calls on you, Is, to come fairly off from the great debts, And you embrace the occasion to depart. Wherein my time, something to prodigal, Solar. Good morrow, my good lords.

Hath left me gag'd: To you, Antonio, Bass. Good signiors both, when shall we laugh? I owe the most, in money and in love; Say, when?

And from your love I have a warranty Yon grow exceeding strange: Must it be so? To unburthen all my plots, and purposes, Salar. We'll make our leisures to attend on How to get clear of all the debts I owe.

yours. (Exeunt SALAR. and SALAN. Ant. I pray you, good Bassanio, let me know Lor. My lord Bassanio, since you have found And, if it stand, as you yourself still do, it; Antonio,

Within the eye of honour, be assurd, We two will leave you : but, at dinner time, My purse, my person, my extremest means, I pray you, have in mind where we must meet. Lie all unlock'd to your occasions. Bass. I will not fail you.

Bass. In my school-days, when I had lost one Gra. You look not well, signior Antonio: I shot his fellow of the selfsame flight [shaft, You have too much respect upon the world : The selfsame way, with more advised watch, They lose it, that do buy it with much care. To find the otherforth; and, by advent'ring beth, Believe me you are marvellously chang'd. I oft found both: I urge this childhood proof, Ant. I hold the world but as the world, Gra- Because what follows is pure innocence. tiano;

I owe you much; and, like a wilful youth, A stage, where every man must play a part, That which I owe is lost: but if you pleas And mine a sad one.

To shoot another arrow that self way Gra.

Let me play the fool: Which you did shoot the first, I do not doubt, With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come; As I will watch the aim, or to find both, And let my liver rather heat with wine, Or bring your latter hazard back again, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. And thankfully rest debtor for the first. Why should a man, whose blood is warın within, Ant. You know me well; and herein spend Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster? dice but time, Sleep when he wakes ? and creep into the jaun- To wind about my love with circumstance: By being peevish? I tell thee what, Antonio,- And, out of doubt, yon do me now more wrong, I love thee, and it is my love that speaks;- In making question of my uttermost, There are a sort of men, whose visages Than if you had made waste of all I have: Do cream and mantle, like a standing pond; Then do but say to me what I should do. And do a wilful stillness entertain,

That in your knowledge may by mo be done, With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion And I am prest unto it: therefore, speak, Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit;

Bass. In Belmont is a lady richly left, As who should say, I am Sir Oracle,

And she is fair, and, fairer than that wori, And, when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!

Of wondrous virtues: sometimes from her eyes O, my Antonio, I do know of these,

I did receive fair speechless messages : That therefore ouly are reputed wise,

Her name is Portia; nothing undervalued For saying nothing; who, I am very sure, To Cato's daughter, Brutus' Portia. If they should speak, would almost damn those Nor is the wide world ignorant of her worth; ears,

[fools. For the four winds blow in from every coast Which, hearing them, would call their brothers Renowned suitors: and her sunny locks I'll tell thee more of this another time: Hang on her temples like a golden fleece: But fish not, with this melancholy bait, Which makes her seat of Belmont, Colches' For this fool's gudgeon, this opinion.

strand, Comc, Lood Lorenzo :--Fare ye well a while: And many Jasons come in quest of her; I'll end my exhortation after dinner. [time:'o my Antonio, had I but the means

Lor. Well, we will leave you then till dinner To hold a rival place with one of them, I must be one of these same dumb wise men, I have a mind presages me such thrift, For Gratiano never lets me speak.

That I should questionless be fortunate.

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