Venice. A Street.
 Enter SALERIO and SOLANIO.

Salerio	Why, man, I saw Bassanio under sail;
	With him is Gratiano gone along,
	And in their ship I'm sure Lorenzo is not.

Solanio	The villain Jew with outcries raised the duke,
	Who went with him to search Bassanio's ship.

Salerio	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.
	Besides, Antonio certified the duke
	They were not with Bassanio in his ship.

Solanio	I never heard a passion so confused,
	So strange, outrageous, and so variable,
	As the dog Jew did utter in the streets:
	'My daughter! O my ducats! O my daughter!
	Fled with a Christian! O my Christian ducats!
	Justice! The law! My ducats, and my daughter!
	A seald bag, two seald bags of ducats,
	Of double ducats, stol'n from me by my daughter!
	And jewels, two stones, two rich and precious stones,
	Stol'n by my daughter! Justice! Find the girl!
	She hath the stones upon her, and the ducats!'

Salerio	Why, all the boys in Venice follow him,
	Crying 'His stones, his daughter, and his ducats'.

Solanio	Let good Antonio look he keep his day,
	Or he shall pay for this.

Salerio								Marry, well remembered.
	I reasoned with a Frenchman yesterday,
	Who told me, in the narrow seas that part
	The French and English there miscarrid
	A vessel of our country richly fraught.
	I thought upon Antonio when he told me,
	And wished in silence that it were not his.

Solanio	You were best to tell Antonio what you hear;
	Yet do not suddenly, for it may grieve him.

Salerio	A kinder gentleman treads not the earth.
	I saw Bassanio and Antonio part.
	Bassanio told him he would make some speed
	Of his return; he answered 'Do not so;
	Slubber not business for my sake, Bassanio,
	But stay the very riping of the time;
	And for the Jew's bond which he hath of me,
	Let it not enter in your mind of love.
	Be merry, and employ your chiefest thoughts
	To courtship and such fair ostents of love
	As shall conveniently become you there.'
	And even there, his eye being big with tears,
	Turning his face, he put his hand behind him,
	And with affection wondrous sensible
	He wrung Bassanio's hand; and so they parted.

Solanio	I think he only loves the world for him.
	I pray thee, let us go and find him out,
	And quicken his embracd heaviness
	With some delight or other.

Salerio										Do we so.
														[Exeunt.
