SHY. Nay, that's true, that's very true. Go, Tubal, fee me an officer; bespeak him a fortnight before. I will have the heart of him, if he forfeit; for, were he out of Venice, I can make what merchandise I will. Go, go, Tubal, and meet me at our synagogue, Tubal; go, good Tubal; at our synagogue, Tubal. [Exeunt. Scene II.-Belmont. A Room in PORTIA'S House. Enter BASSANIO, PORTIA, GRATIANO, NERISSA, and Attendants. POR. I pray you, tarry: pause a day or two Before you hazard; for, in choosing wrong, I lose your company: therefore, forbear awhile. There's something tells me, but it is not love, I would not lose you; and you know yourself, Hate counsels not in such a quality. I would detain you here some month or two Before you venture for me. I could teach you How to choose right, but then I am forsworn ; I speak too long; but 'tis to peise the time, BASS. Let me choose; For as I am, I live upon the rack. But let me to my fortune and the caskets. POR. Away then! I am lock'd in one of them : If you do love me, you will find me out. Nerissa and the rest, stand all aloof. Let music sound while he doth make his choice; Then, if he lose, he makes a swan-like end, Fading in music. [A Song, whilst BASSANIO comments on the caskets to himself.] ALL. Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? It is engender'd in the eyes, Let us all ring fancy's knell : BASS. So may the outward shows be least themselves: The world is still deceiv'd with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt The seeming truth which cunning times put on Nor none of thee, thou pale and common drudge POR. (Aside). How all the other passions fleet to air. In measure rain thy joy; scant this excess; What find I here ? BASS. Fair Portia's counterfeit ! [Opening the leaden casket. Here's the scroll, The continent and summary of my fortune. You that choose not by the view, And claim her with a loving kiss. A gentle scroll. Fair lady, by your leave; I come by note, to give and to receive. [Kissing her. POR. You see me, Lord Bassanio, where I stand, A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times That only to stand high in your account, I might in virtues, beauties, livings, friends, But she may learn; happier than this, And be my vantage to exclaim on you. BASS. Madam, you have bereft me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins. But when this ring Parts from this finger, then parts life from hence: O! then be bold to say Bassanio's dead. AS YOU LIKE IT BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ACT I. Scene III.-A Room in the Palace. Enter CELIA and ROSALIND. CEL. Why, cousin! why, Rosalind! Cupid have mercy! Not a word? Ros. Not one to throw at a dog. O, how full of briers is this working-day world! CEL. They are but burrs, cousin, thrown upon thee in holiday foolery: if we walk not in the trodden paths, our very petticoats will catch them. Ros. I could shake them off my coat: these burrs are in my heart. CEL. Hem them away. Ros. I would try, if I could cry "hem," and have him. CEL. Come, come; wrestle with thy affections. Ros. O! they take the part of a better wrestler than myself! CEL. Is it possible, on such a sudden, you should fall into so strong a liking with old Sir Rowland's youngest son ? Ros. The duke my father loved his father dearly. CEL. Doth it therefore ensue that you should love his son dearly? By this kind of chase, I should hate him, for my father hated his father dearly; yet I hate not Orlando. Ros. No, faith, hate him not, for my sake. CEL. Why should I not? doth he not deserve well? Ros. Let me love him for that; and do you love him, because I do. Look, here comes the duke. CEL. With his eyes full of anger. Enter DUKE FREDERICK, with Lords. DUKE F. Mistress, dispatch you with your safest haste, And get you from our court. Ros. Me, uncle? DUKE F. You, cousin : Within these ten days if that thou be'st found Ros. I do beseech your Grace, Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me. Or have acquaintance with mine own desires, DUKE F. Thus do all traitors: If their purgation did consist in words, Ros. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor: DUKE F. Thou art thy father's daughter; there's enough. Ros. So was I when your highness took his dukedom; So was I when your highness banish'd him. Treason is not inherited, my lord; Or, if we did derive it from our friends, What's that to me? my father was no traitor : CEL. Dear sovereign, hear me speak. DUKE F. Ay, Celia; we stay'd her for your sake; Else had she with her father rang'd along. CEL. I did not then entreat to have her stay: I was too young that time to value her; Rose at an instant, learn'd, play'd, eat together; And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans, Still we went coupled and inseparable. DUKE F. She is too subtle for thee; and her smoothness, Her very silence and her patience, Speak to the people, and they pity her. Thou art a fool: she robs thee of thy name; And thou wilt show more bright and seem more virtuous When she is gone. Then open not thy lips: Firm and irrevocable is my doom Which I have pass'd upon her; she is banish'd. |