The Merchant of Venice


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There, take it, prince; and if my form lie there,  
Then I am yours.  
He unlocks the golden casket  
MOROCCO  
O hell! what have we here?  
A carrion Death, within whose empty eye  
There is a written scroll! I'll read the writing.  
Reads  
All that glitters is not gold;  
Often have you heard that told:  
Many a man his life hath sold  
But my outside to behold:  
Gilded tombs do worms enfold.  
Had you been as wise as bold,  
Young in limbs, in judgment old,  
Your answer had not been inscroll'd:  
Fare you well; your suit is cold.  
Cold, indeed; and labour lost:  
Then, farewell, heat, and welcome, frost!  
Portia, adieu. I have too grieved a heart  
To take a tedious leave: thus losers part.  
Exit with his train. Flourish of cornets  
PORTIA  
A gentle riddance. Draw the curtains, go.  
Let all of his complexion choose me so.  
Exeunt  
SCENE VIII. Venice. A street.  
Enter SALARINO and SALANIO  
SALARINO  
Why, man, I saw Bassanio under sail:  
With him is Gratiano gone along;  
And in their ship I am sure Lorenzo is not.  
SALANIO  
The villain Jew with outcries raised the duke,  
Who went with him to search Bassanio's ship.  
SALARINO  
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:  


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