Enter PORTIA, NERISSA, LORENZO, JESSICA, and BALTHASAR
Enter SHYLOCK, SOLANIO, ANTONIO, and GAOLER
Gaoler, look to him. Tell not me of mercy-
This is the fool that lent out money gratis.
Gaoler, look to him.
Hear me yet, good Shylock.
Venice. A street Enter SOLANIO and SALERIO SOLANIO
Now, what news on the Rialto?
Why, yet it lives there uncheck'd that Antonio hath a ship of rich lading wreck'd on the narrow seas; the Goodwins I think they call the place, a very dangerous flat and fatal, where the carcases of many a tall ship lie buried, as they say, if my gossip Report be an honest woman of her word.
Belmont. PORTIA'S house Enter NERISSA, and a SERVITOR NERISSA
Quick, quick, I pray thee, draw the curtain straight; The Prince of Arragon hath ta'en his oath, And comes to his election presently. Flourish of cornets. Enter the PRINCE OF ARRAGON, PORTIA, and their trains
Venice. A street Enter SALERIO and SOLANIO SALERIO
Why, man, I saw Bassanio under sail; With him is Gratiano gone along; And in their ship I am sure Lorenzo is not.
The villain Jew with outcries rais'd the Duke, Who went with him to search Bassanio's ship.
Belmont. PORTIA's house Flourish of cornets. Enter PORTIA, with the PRINCE OF MOROCCO, and their trains PORTIA
Go draw aside the curtains and discover The several caskets to this noble Prince. Now make your choice.
PRINCE OF MOROCCO
Venice. Before SHYLOCK'S house Enter the maskers, GRATIANO and SALERIO GRATIANO
This is the pent-house under which Lorenzo Desired us to make stand.
His hour is almost past.
And it is marvel he out-dwells his hour, For lovers ever run before the clock.
O, ten times faster Venus' pigeons fly To seal love's bonds new made than they are wont To keep obliged faith unforfeited!
Venice. Before SHYLOCK'S house Enter SHYLOCK and LAUNCELOT SHYLOCK
Well, thou shalt see; thy eyes shall be thy judge, The difference of old Shylock and Bassanio.- What, Jessica!- Thou shalt not gormandize As thou hast done with me- What, Jessica!- And sleep and snore, and rend apparel out- Why, Jessica, I say!
Who bids thee call? I do not bid thee call.
Venice. SHYLOCK'S house Enter JESSICA and LAUNCELOT JESSICA
I am sorry thou wilt leave my father so. Our house is hell; and thou, a merry devil, Didst rob it of some taste of tediousness. But fare thee well; there is a ducat for thee; And, Launcelot, soon at supper shalt thou see Lorenzo, who is thy new master's guest. Give him this letter; do it secretly. And so farewell. I would not have my father See me in talk with thee.