Ner. Quick, quick, I pray thee, draw the curtain ftraight; The prince of Arragon hath ta'en his oath, And comes to his election prefently. Enter Arragon, his train; Portia, with her's. Flourish of cornets. Por. Behold, there ftand the cafkets, noble prince : Straight shall our nuptial rites be folemniz'd; Ar. I am enjoin'd by oath to observe three things: First, never to unfold to any one Which cafket 'twas I chofe; next, if I fail Of the right casket, never in my life Por. To these injunctions every one doth swear, Ar. And fo have PI addreft me: Fortune now To my heart's hope!-Gold, filver, and bafe lead. Who chufeth me, must give and hazard all he bath: You shall look fairer, ere I give, or hazard. < I addreft me :]-previously qualified myself. "And fo have I-Address me, fortune, now, "To my heart's hope."Aflift me in the acquifition of it. What What fays the golden cheft? ha! let me fee,- O, that eftates, degrees, and offices, Were not deriv'd corruptly! and that clear honour To be new varnish'd? Well, but to my choice: in the force]-power, reach. • How much low peasantry]—What meanness would be found among the great, and greatness with the mean? To be new varnish'd?]-To be restored to its primitive splendor. Por. Por. Too long a paufe for that which you find there. Ar. What's here? the portrait of a blinking idiot, Prefenting me a schedule? I will read it. How much unlike art thou to Portia ! How much unlike my hopes, and my defervings! Ar. What is here? The fire feven times tried this; So be gone, fir, you are sped. Ar. Still more fool I fhall appear By the time I linger here: With one fool's head I came to woo, But I go away with two. Sweet, adieu! I'll keep my oath, Patiently to bear my *wroth. Por. Thus hath the candle fing'd the moth. O thefe deliberate fools! when they do chufe, [Exit. Take what wife you will to bed,]—an escape of memory: Portia's "I wis,]-I guess, imagine. difappointed fuitors were never to marry. wroth.]-mishap. Ner. 1 Ner. The ancient faying is no heresy ;- Serv. Where is my lady? Por. Here; what would my lord? Serv. Madam, there is alighted at your gate A day in April never came fo fweet, a Thou spend'ft fuch high-day wit in praising him.- Quick Cupid's poft, that comes fo mannerly. Ner. Baffanio, lord love, if thy will it be! [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I. A Street in Venice. Enter Solanio and Salarino. Sala. Now, what news on the Rialto? Sol. Why, yet it lives there uncheck'd, that Anthonio Y regreets ;]-falutations. fay anon, &c.]-digrefs into a long tale of his being. bigh-day wit-you commend him in fuch high-flown terms. "he fpeaks holyday." MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR, Act III, S. 2. Hoft. hath hath a fhip of rich lading wreck'd on the narrow feas; the Goodwins, I think they call the place; a very dangerous flat, and fatal, where the carcafes of many a tall fhip lie buried, as they say, if my goffip report be an honest woman of her word. Sala. I would fhe were as lying a goflip in that, as ever knapt ginger, or made her neighbours believe fhe wept for the death of a third husband: But it is true,—without any flips of prolixity, or croffing the plain high-way of talk, that the good Anthonio, the honest Anthonio,— O that I had a title good enough to keep his name company! Sol. Come the full stop. Sala. Ha,-what say'st thou? hath loft a fhip. -Why the end is, he Sol. I would it might prove the end of his loffes! Sala. Let me fay amen betimes, left the devil cross thy prayer; for here he comes in the likeness of a Jew. Enter Shylock. How now, Shylock? what news among the merchants? Shy. You knew, none fo well, none fo well as you, of my daughter's flight. Sol. That's certain; I, for my part, knew the taylor that made the wings fhe flew withal. d Sala. And Shylock, for his own part, knew the bird was fledge; and then it is the complexion of them all to leave the dam. Shy. She is damn'd for it. Sol. That's certain, if the devil may be her judge. Shy. My own flesh and blood to rebel! b knapt ginger,]-for a fpiced cup-as ever spiced a bowl. my prayer-Solanio's, made his own by faying amen to it. d complexion-nature, difpofition. Sala. |