PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. VOL. 102. May 28, 1892. VENICE RESERVED. (_A SKETCH FROM A NUMBERED STALL AT OLYMPIA._) On the Stage, the Scene represents "A Public Place before the Arsenal," where a number of artisans are apparently busily engaged in making horse-shoes on cold anvils in preparation for the launch of "_The Adriatica_." On extreme R. enter _Antonio_, who expresses commercial embarrassment by going through a sort of dumb-bell exercise on a bridge. On extreme L. enter _Bassanio_, _Lorenzo_, and _Antonio_, who observe, with mild surprise, that there are several other persons present, and proceed to point out objects of local interest to one another with the officious amiability of persons in the foreground of hotel advertisements. (_Here a Small Boy in a box, who has an impression he is going to see a Pantomime, inquires audibly "when the Clown Part will begin?" and has to be answered and consoled._) _Bassanio_ perceives _Antonio_ afar off, and advances towards him with stately deliberation, throwing out signals with one arm at intervals; _Antonio_ goes to meet him; they shake each other by both hands with affectionate cordiality, and then turn their backs on one another, as though, on reflection, they found they had less to say than they had imagined. Presently _Bassanio_ recollects why he wanted to see _Antonio_ so particularly, and, by describing a circle in the air, and pointing from the electric lights above to the balcony stalls in front, and tapping his belt, puts _Antonio_ at once in possession of his chronic impecuniosity, his passion for _Portia_, and his need for a small temporary loan. _Antonio_ curls up his fists, raises them to the level of his ears, and then pretends to take his heart out of his doublet and throw it at _Bassanio_, who fields it with graceful dexterity, instantly comprehending with Italian intuition that his friend is, like himself, rather pressed for ready money, but is prepared to back a bill for any amount. _Shylock_ passes that way, and is introduced by _Antonio_ as a gentleman in the city who is in the habit of making advances on personal security without inquiry. _Shylock_ extracts imaginary ink from his chest, and writes with one hand on the palm of the other, and cringingly produces a paper-knife--whereupon the transaction is complete, and the parties, becoming aware that a Grand Triumphal Procession is waiting to come in, and that they are likely to be in the way, tactfully suggest to one another the propriety of retiring. After the Procession, _Valentina_, "the lovely daughter of the proud _Visconti_" embarks on a barge with her maidens to meet her betrothed. (_In the Stalls, a Lady with a Catalogue, who hasn't been here before, mistakes this proceeding for "The Launch of the Adriatica," but is set right by a friend who has, and is consequently able to inform her that_ Valentina _is_ Portia _on her way to plead against_ Shylock.)