Sal. His hour is almoft paft. Gra. And it is marvel he out-dwells his hour, For lovers ever run before the clock. Sal. O, ten times fafter Venus' Widgeons fly To feal love's bonds new made, than they are wont To keep obliged faith unforfeited! Gra. That ever holds. Who riseth from a feast, His tedious measures with th' unbated fire, The skarfed bark puts from her native bay, Enter Lorenzo. Sal. Here comes Lorenzo: more of this hereafter. Lor. Sweet friends, your patience for my long abode; Not I, but my affairs, have made you wait; Jeffica above, in boy's clothes. Jef. Who are you? tell me for more certainty, Albeit I'll fwear, that I do know your tongue. Lor. Lorenzo, and thy love. Jef. Lorenzo certain, and my love, indeed; For who love I fo much? and now who knows, But you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours? Lor. Heav'n and thy thoughts are witnefs, that thou art. Jef. Here catch this cafket, it is worth the pains. I'm glad, 'tis night, you do not look on me; Lor. Descend, for you must be my torch-bearer. Jef. What must I hold a candle to my fhames? They in themselves, goodfooth, are too, too, light. Why, 'tis an office of difcovery, love, And I fhould be obscur'd. Lor. So are you, sweet, Ev'n in the lovely garnish of a boy. But come at once For the close night doth play the run-away, Jef. I will make faft the doors, and gild myfelf Enter Jeffica, to them. What, art thou come? on, gentlemen, away; Enter Anthonio. Anth. Who's there? Gra. Signior Anthonio, Anth. Fie, Gratiano, where are all the reft? 'Tis nine o'clock, our friends all stay for you; No mafque to night; the wind is come about, Baf Baffanio prefently will go aboard; I have fent twenty out to feck for you. Gra. I'm glad on't; I defire no more delight Than to be under fail, and gone to night. [Exeunt. SCENE VIII. Changes to Belmont. Enter Portia with Morochius, and both their trains. Por. O, draw afide the curtains, and discover Gi The fev'ral calkets to this noble Prince. Now make your choice. [Three cafkets are difcover'd. Mor. The firft of gold, which this infcription bears, Who chufeth me, fhall gain what many men defire. The fecond filver, which this promife carries, Who chufeth me, fhall get as much as he deferves. This third, dull lead, with warning all as blunt, Who chufeth me, must give and hazard all he hath. How fhall I know, if I do chufe the right? Por. The one of them contains my picture, Prince; If you chufe that, then I am yours withal. Mor. Some God direct my judgment! let me see, Who chufeth me, must give and hazard all he hath. A golden mind ftoops not to shows of drofs; And And yet to be afraid of my deferving, As much as I deferve -why, that's the lady: One of these three contains her heav'nly picture. Was fet in worfe than gold! they have in England Lies all within. Deliver me the key; Por. There take it, Prince, and if my form lie there, Then I am yours. [Unlocking the gold casket. Mor. O hell! what have we here? a carrion death, Within whofe empty eye there is a scrowl: I'll read the writing, All All that glifters is not gold, Mor. Cold, indeed, and labour loft: [Exit. Por. A gentle riddance: draw the curtains; go— Let all of his complexion chufe me fo. [Exeunt. IX. Sal. SCENE Changes to Venice. Enter Solarino and Salanio. W with him is Gratiano gone along; HY, man, I faw Baffanio under fail; And in their ship, I'm sure, Lorenzo is not. Sola. The villain Jew with outcries rais'd the Duke, Who went with him to fearch Bassanio's fhip. Sal. He came too late, the ship was under fail; Befides, Anthonio certify'd the Duke, Fled |