1. SCENE I. Venice. A street
Here comes another of the tribe: a third cannot be
match'd, unless the devil himself turn Jew.
[Exeunt SALANIO, SALARINO, and Servant.]
How now, Tubal! what news from Genoa? Hast thou found my
I often came where I did hear of her, but cannot find her.
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
hearsed 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 on my shoulders; no sighs but of my
breathing; no tears but of my shedding.
Yes, other men have ill luck too. Antonio, as I heard in
What, what, what? Ill luck, ill luck?
--hath an argosy cast away, coming from Tripolis.
I thank God! I thank God! Is it true, is it true?
I spoke with some of the sailors that escaped the wrack.
I thank thee, good Tubal. Good news, good news! ha, ha!
Where? in Genoa?
Your daughter spent in Genoa, as I heard, one night,
Thou stick'st a dagger in me: I shall never see my gold
again: fourscore ducats at a sitting! Fourscore ducats!