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The Complete Works of William Shakespeare - Israel Gollancz William Shakespeare [432]

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SHYLOCK

How now, Shylock? What news among the merchants?

SHYLOCK.

You knew, none so well, none so well as you, of my daughter's flight.

SALERIO.

That's certain; I, for my part, knew the tailor that made

the wings she flew withal.

SOLANIO.

And Shylock, for his own part, knew the bird was flidge;

and then it is the complexion of them all to leave the dam.

SHYLOCK.

She is damn'd for it.

SALERIO.

That's certain, if the devil may be her judge.

SHYLOCK.

My own flesh and blood to rebel!

SOLANIO.

Out upon it, old carrion! Rebels it at these years?

SHYLOCK.

I say my daughter is my flesh and my blood.

SALERIO.

There is more difference between thy flesh and hers than

between jet and ivory; more between your bloods than there is

between red wine and Rhenish. But tell us, do you hear whether

Antonio have had any loss at sea or no?

SHYLOCK.

There I have another bad match: a bankrupt, a prodigal,

who dare scarce show his head on the Rialto; a beggar, that was

us'd to come so smug upon the mart. Let him look to his bond.

He

was wont to call me usurer; let him look to his bond. He was wont

to lend money for a Christian courtesy; let him look to his bond.

SALERIO.

Why, I am sure, if he forfeit, thou wilt not take his

flesh. What's that good for?

SHYLOCK.

To bait fish withal. If it will feed nothing else, it will

feed my revenge. He hath disgrac'd me and hind'red me half a

million; laugh'd at my losses, mock'd at my gains, scorned my

nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine

enemies. And what's his reason? I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes?

Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections,

passions, fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons,

subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed

and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is?

If

you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh?

If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we

not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you

in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility?

Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance

be by Christian example? Why, revenge. The villainy you teach me

I will execute; and itshall go hard but I will better the instruction.

Enter a MAN from ANTONIO

MAN.

Gentlemen, my master Antonio is at his house, and desires to

speak with you both.

SALERIO.

We have been up and down to seek him.

Enter TUBAL

SOLANIO.

Here comes another of the tribe; a third cannot be

match'd, unless the devil himself turn Jew.

Exeunt SOLANIO, SALERIO, and MAN

SHYLOCK.

How now, Tubal, what news from Genoa? Hast thou found my daughter?

TUBAL.

I often came where I did hear of her, but cannot find her.

SHYLOCK.

Why there, there, there, there! A diamond gone, cost me

two thousand ducats in Frankfort! The curse never fell upon our

nation till now; I never felt it till now. Two thousand ducats in

that, and other precious, precious jewels. I would my daughter

were dead at my foot, and the jewels in her ear; would she were

hears'd at my foot, and the ducats in her coffin! No news of

them? Why, so- and I know not what's spent in the search.

Why,

thou- loss upon loss! The thief gone with so much, and so much to

find the thief; and no satisfaction, no revenge; nor no ill luck

stirring but what lights o' my shoulders; no sighs but o' my

breathing; no tears but o' my shedding!

TUBAL.

Yes, other men have ill luck too: Antonio, as I heard in

Genoa-

SHYLOCK.

What, what, what? Ill luck, ill luck?

TUBAL.

Hath an argosy cast away coming from Tripolis.

SHYLOCK.

I thank God, I thank God. Is it true, is it true?

TUBAL.

I spoke with some of the sailors that escaped the wreck.

SHYLOCK.

I thank thee, good Tubal. Good news, good news- ha,

ha!-

heard in Genoa.

TUBAL.

Your daughter spent in Genoa, as I heard, one night,

fourscore ducats.

SHYLOCK.

Thou stick'st a dagger in me- I shall never see my gold

again. Fourscore ducats

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