Who chufeth me, must give and hazard all be bath. Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach; I will not chuse what many men desire, O that eftates, degrees, and offices, Were not deriv'd corruptly, that clear honour (13) how much honour Pick'd from the Chaff and Ruin of the Times, To be new varnish'd.] Mr. Warburton very juftly obferv'd to me upon the Confufion and Difagreement of the Metaphors here; and is of Opinion, that Shakespeare might have wrote; To be new vanned. i. e. winnow'd, purged: from the French Word, vanner; which is deriv'd from the Latin, Vannus, ventilabrum, the Fann used for winnowing the Chaff from the Corn. This Alteration, as he obferves, reftores the Metaphor to its Integrity and our Poet frequently uses the fame Thought. So, in the 2d Part of Henry IV. We shall be winnow'd with fo rough a Wind, And, again, in K. Henry V. Such, and fo finely boulted did ft thou feem, D 3 for Pickt from the chaff and ruin of the times, Por. Too long a pause for that which you find there. How much unlike my hopes and my defervings? Ar. What is here? The fire fev'n times tried this; Sev'n times tried that judgment is, That did never chufe amifs. Some there be, that fhadows kifs; Ar. Still more fool I fhall appear, By the time I linger here: With one fool's head I came to woo, But I go away with two. Sweet, adieu! I'll keep my oath, Patiently to bear my wroth. [Exit. Por. Thus hath the candle fing'd the moth: O thefe deliberate fools! when they do chufe, for boulted fignifies fifted, refin'd. The Correction is truly ingenious, and probable: But as Shakespeare is fo loofe and licentious in the blending of different Metaphors, I have not ventur'd to disturb the Text. Ner. Ner. The ancient faying is no herefy, Serv. Where is my lady? Por. Here, what would my lord? Serv. Madam, there is alighted at your gate A day in April never came fo fweet, (14) Baffanio Lord, love, if Mr. Pope, and all the preceding Editors ACT III. SCENE, a Street in VENICE. N Enter Salanio and Solarino. SOLARIN O. OW, what news on the Ryalto? Sal. Why yet it lives there uncheckt, that Anthonio hath a ship of rich lading wrackt on the narrow feas; the Godwins, I think, they call the place; a very dangerous flat and fatal, where the carcafes of many a tall fhip lye bury'd, as they fay, if my goffip Report be an honeft woman of her word. Sola. I would fhe were as lying a goffip in that, as ever knapt ginger; or made her neighbours believe, the wept for the death of a third husband. But it is true, without any flips of prolixity, or crofling the plain high-way of talk, that the good Anthonio, the honest Anthonio O that I had a title good enough to ! keep his name company Sal. Come, the full ftop. Sola. Ha, what fay'ft thou? why the end is, he hath loft a ship. Sal. I would, it might prove the end of his loffes. Sola. Let me fay Amen betimes, left the devil cross thy prayer, (15) for here he comes in the likeness of a Jew. How now, Shylock, what news among the mer chants? Enter Shylock. Shy. You knew (none fo well, none fo well as you) of my daughter's flight. (15) left the Devil cross my Prayer.] But the Prayer was Salanio's. The other only, as Clerk, fays Amen to it. We must therefore read thy Prayer. Mr. Warburton, Sal, Sal. That's certain; I, for my part, knew the taylor that made the wings the flew withal. Sola. And Shylock, for his own part, knew the bird was fledg'd, and then it is the complection of them all to leave the dam. Shy. She is damn'd for it. Sal. That's certain, if the devil may be her judge. Shy. My own flesh and blood to rebel! Sola. Out upon it, old carrion, rebels it at these years? Shy. I fay, my daughter is my flesh and blood. Sal. 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 Anthonio have had lofs at fea or no? any the Shy. There I have another bad match; a bankrupt, a prodigal, who dares fcarce fhew his head on the Ryalto; a beggar, that us'd to come fo fmug upon mart! let him look to his bond; he was wont to call me ufurer; let him look to his bond; he was wont to lend money for a chriftian courtefie; let him look to his bond. Sal. Why, I am fure, if he forfeit, thou wilt not take his flesh what's that good for? Shy. To bait fish withal. If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge; he hath difgrac'd me, and hinder'd me half a million, laught at my loffes, mockt at my gains, fcorn'd my nation, thwarted my bargains, cool'd my friends, heated mine enemies; and what's his reason? I am a few. Hath not a few eyes? hath not a few hands, organs, dimenfions, fenfes, affections, paffions? fed with the fame food, hurt with the fame weapons, fubject to the fame difeafes, heal'd by the fame means, warm'd and cool'd by the fame winter and fummer, as a chriftian is? if you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poifon us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, fhall we not revenge? if we are like you in the reft, we will resemble you in that. If a few wrong a christian, |