_Shy_. Out upon her! Thou torturest me, Tubal: it was my turquoise;[80] I had it of Leah, when I was a bachelor: I would not have given it for a wilderness of monkeys. _Tub_. But Antonio is certainly undone. _Shy_. Nay, that's true, that's very true: Go, Tubal, fee me an officer, bespeak him a fortnight before: I will have the heart of him, if he forfeit; for were he out of Venice, I can make what merchandize I will. Go, Tubal, and meet me at our synagogue: go, good Tubal; at our synagogue, Tubal. [_Exeunt_. FOOTNOTES: [Footnote 76: _--to bear my wroath_.; _Misfortune_.] [Footnote 77: _--regreets; i.s_., salutations.] [Footnote 78: _I reason'd; Id est_, I conversed.] [Footnote 79: _--knapp'd ginger,_; To knap is to break short. The word occurs in the common prayer--"_He knappeth the spear in sunder_."] [Footnote 80: _turquoise_; A precious stone found in the veins of the mountains on the confines of Persia to the east, subject to the Tartars. Many superstitious qualities were imputed to it, all of which were either monitory or preservative to the wearer.] SCENE III.--SALOON OF THE CASKETS, IN PORTIA'S HOUSE, AT BELMONT. BASSANIO, PORTIA, GRATIANO, NERISSA, _and Attendants_. _Por_. I pray you, tarry; pause a day or two, Before you hazard; for, in choosing wrong I lose your company; I could teach you How to choose right, but then I am forsworn; So will I never be: so may you miss me; But if you do, you'll make me wish a sin, That I had been forsworn. _Bas_. Let me choose; For, as I am, I live upon the rack. Come, let me to my fortune and the caskets. _Por_. Away then: I am lock'd in one of them; If you do love me, you will find me out. Let music sound, while he doth make his choice: Then, if he lose, he makes a swan-like end, Fading in music.(B)--That the comparison May stand more proper, my eye shall be the stream And wat'ry death-bed for him. [_Music, whilst_ BASSANIO _comments on the Caskets to himself_. SONG.[81] 1. Tell me where is fancy bred. Or in the heart, or in the head? How begot, how nourished Reply, reply. 2. It is engender'd in the eyes, With gazing fed; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies: Let us all ring fancy's knell; I'll begin it.--Ding, dong, bell. _All_. Ding, dong, bell. [_Exeunt all but_ PORTIA _and_ BASSANIO.