_Sal_. The villain Jew with outcries rais'd the duke; Who went with him to search Bassanio's ship. _Salar_. 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. _Sal_. I never heard a passion so confus'd, 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.!"_ Let good Antonio look he keep his day, Or he shall pay for this. _Salar_. Marry, well remember'd: I reason'd[78] with a Frenchman yesterday, who told me that Antonio hath a ship of rich lading wreck'd on the narrow seas that part the French and English,--the Goodwins, I think they call the place--a very dangerous flat and fatal, where the carcases of many a tall ship lie buried, as they say, if my gossip report be an honest woman of her word. _Sal_. I would she were as lying a gossip in that, as ever knapp'd ginger,[79] or made her neighbours believe she wept for the death of a third husband: But it is true, that the good Antonio, the honest Antonio,--O, that I had a title good enough to keep his name company!-- _Salar_. Come, the full stop. _Sal_. Why, the end is, he hath lost a ship. _Salar_. I would it might prove the end of his losses! _Sal_. Let me say amen betimes, lest the devil cross my prayer; for here he comes in the likeness of a Jew. _Enter_ SHYLOCK. _Salar_. How now, Shylock? what news among the merchants? _Shy_. You knew, none so well, none so well as you, of my daughter's flight? _Sal_. That's certain. I, for my part, knew the tailor that made the wings she flew withal. _Salar_. And Shylock, for his own part, knew the bird was fledg'd; and then it is the complexion 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! _Salar_. But tell us, do you hear whether Antonio have had any loss at sea or no? _Shy_. There I have another bad match: a bankrupt, a prodigal, who dare scarce show his head on the Rialto; a beggar, that used to come so smug upon the mart.--Let him look to his bond: he was wont to call me usurer;--let him look to his bond: he was wont to lend money for a Christian courtesy;--let him look to his bond. _Sal_. Why, I am sure, if he forfeit, thou wilt not take his flesh? What's that good for?