The comicall Historie of
12791273Tuball, at our Sinagogue
Tuball.
Exeunt. 12801274Enter Bassanio, Portia, Gratiano, and all 12821276Portia. I pray you tarry, pau
se a day or two
12831277Before you hazard, for in choo
sing wrong
12841278I loo
se your companie; therefore forbeare a while,
12851279Theres
something tells me (but it is not loue)
12861280I would not loo
se you, and you know your
selfe,
12871281Hate coun
sailes not in
such a quallity;
12881282But lea
st you
should not vnder
stand me well,
12891283And yet a mayden hath no tongue, but thought,
12901284I would detaine you heere
some moneth or two
12911285before you venture for me. I could teach you
12921286how to choo
se right, but then I am for
sworne,
12931287So will
I neuer be,
so may you mi
sse me,
12941288But if you doe, youle make me wi
sh a
sinne,
12951289That
I had beene for
sworne: Be
shrow your eyes,
12961290They haue ore-lookt me and deuided me,
12971291One halfe of me is yours, the other halfe yours,
12981292Mine owne I would
say: but if mine then yours,
12991293And
so all yours; ô the
se naughty times
13001294puts barres betweene the o
wners and their rights,
13011295And
so though yours, not yours, (proue it
so)
13021296Let Fortune goe to hell for it, not I.
13031297I
speake too long, but tis to peize the time,
13041298To ech it, and to draw it out in length,
13071301For as
I am,
I liue vpon the racke.
13081302Por. Vpon the racke
Bassanio, then confe
sse
13091303what trea
son there is mingled with your loue.
13101304Bass. None but that vgly trea
son of mi
stru
st,
13111305which makes me feare th'inioying of my Loue,
13121306There may as well be amity and life
13131307Tweene
snow and
fire, as trea
son and my loue.
13141308Por. I but I feare you
speake vpon the racke
13151309where men enforced doe
speake any thing.
Bass.