Venice. A Street. |
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Enter SALARINO and SALANIO. |
Salar. Why, man, I saw Bassanio under sail: |
With him is Gratiano gone along; |
And in their ship I'm 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 sail: |
But there the duke was given to understand |
That in a gondola were seen together |
Lorenzo and his amorous Jessica. |
Besides, Antonio certified the duke |
They were not with Bassanio in his ship. |
Salan. I never heard a passion so confus'd, |
So strange, outrageous, and so variable, |
As the dog Jew did utter in the streets: |
'My daughter! O my ducats! O my daughter! |
Fled with a Christian! O my Christian ducats! |
Justice! the law! my ducats, and my daughter! |
A sealed bag, two sealed bags of ducats, |
Of double ducats, stol'n from me by my daughter! |
And jewels! two stones, two rich and precious stones, |
Stol'n by my daughter! Justice! find the girl! |
She hath the stones upon her, and the ducats.' |
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 pay for this. |
Salar. Marry, well remember'd. |
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 fair ostents of love |
As shall conveniently become you there:' |
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. |
I pray thee, let us go and find him out, |
And quicken his embraced heaviness |
With some delight or other. |
Salar. Do we so. [Exeunt. |
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