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Bassanio presently will go
aboard: I have sent twenty out to seek for you.
Gra. I am glad on't; I desire no more delight, Than to be under sail, and gone to-night. [E.reunt.
A ROOM IN PORTIA'S HOUSE.
Flourish of Cornets. Enter Portia, with the Prince
of Norocco, and both their trains. Por. Go, draw aside the curtains, and discover The several caskets to this noble prince:Now make your choice. Mor. The first, of gold, who this inscription
bears;Il'ho chooseth me, shall gain what many men desire. The second, silver, which this promise carries;Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves. This third, dull lead, with warning all as blunt;Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he hath, How shall I know if I do choose the right?
Por. The one of them contains my picture, prince; If you choose that, then I am yours withal.
Mor. Some god direct my judgment! Let me see, I will survey the inscriptions back again: What says
this leaden casket? Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he hath. Must give-For what? for lead? hazard for lead? This casket threatens: Men, that hazard all, Do it in hope of fair advantages:
A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross;
To rib her cerecloth in the obscure grave.
there, Then I am yours.
[He unlocks the golden casket. Mor.
O hell! what have we here? A carrion death, within whose empty eye There is a written scroll? I'll read the writing.
All that glisters is not gold,
been as wise as bold,
suit is cold.
Cold, indeed; and labour lost':
Then, farewel, heat; and, welcome, frost. Portia, adieu! I have too griev'd a heart To take a tedious leave: thus losers part.
[Erit. Por. A gentle riddance:--- Draw the curtains,
go; Let all of his complexion choose me so. [Exeunt.
Salar. Why man, I saw Bassanio under sail; With him is Gratiano gone along; And in their ship, I am sure, Lorenzo is not. Salan. The villain Jew with outcries rais'd the
duke; Who went with him to search Bassanio's ship. Salar. He came too late, - the ship was under
Salan. I never heard a passion so confus'd,
ducats!-0 my daughter! Fled with a Christian?-0
christian ducats !Justice! the law ! my ducats, and my daughter! A sealed bug, two sealed bags of ducats, Of double ducats stoln from me by my daughter! And jewels; two stones, two rich and precious stones,
Stoln by my daughter!—Justice! find the girl!
Salar. Why, all the boys in Venice follow him, Crying, -his stones, his daughter, and his ducats.
Salan. Let good Antonio look he keep his day, Or he shall
for this. Salar.
Marry, well rememberd: I reason'd with a Frenchman yesterday; Who told me,-in the narrow seas, that part The French and English, there miscarried A vessel of our country, richly fraught: I thought upon Antonio, when he told me; And wish'd in silence, that it were not his. Salan. You were best to tell Antonio what you
hear; Yet do not suddenly, for it may grieve him.
Salar. A kinder gentleman treads not the earth. I saw Bassanio and Antonio part: Bassanio told him, he would make some speed Of his return; he answer'd-Do not so, Slubber not business for my sake, Bassanio, But stay the very riping of the time; And for the Jew's bond, which he hath of me, Let it not enter in your mind of love: Be merry; and employ your chiefest thoughts To courtship, and such fuir ostents of love As shall conveniently become you And even there, his eye being big with tears, Turning his face, he put his hand behind him, And with affection wondrous sensible He wrung Bassanio's hand, and so they parted.
Salan. I think, he only loves the world for him.