_"The one of them contains my picture, Prince; If you choose that then I am yours withal."_ The Prince of Morocco makes a long speech on the beauty and glory of Portia, and then decides to open the golden casket. Portia hands him the key, and when the contents come to view he exclaims: _"O hell! what have we here!"_ _"A carrion death, within whose empty eye There is a written scroll? I'll read the writing._ _'All that glitters is not gold, Often have you heard that told; Many a man his life hath sold, But my outside to behold; Gilded tombs do worms infold. Had you been as wise as bold, Young in limbs, in judgment old Your answer had not been enscrolled, Fare you well, your suit is cold.'"_ The disappointed black prince says: _"Portia, adieu! I have too grieved a heart To take a tedious leave; thus lovers part."_ Portia exclaims after his exit: _"A gentle riddance; draw the curtains, go Let all of his complexion choose me so!"_ When Shylock returned home, found his house deserted and robbed, he rushed into the street, and cried: _"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 sealed bag, two sealed bags of ducats, Of double ducats, stolen from me by my daughter! And jewels, two stones, two rich and precious stones Stolen by my daughter! Justice! Find the girl! She hath the stones upon her and the ducats!"_ The frantic raging of the old broken down, soul lacerated Jew, only brought from that Christian audience, laughter, yells, and howling jeers. The mob spirit was there, and the appeal for justice by Shylock fell upon deaf ears and stony hearts. Portia still holds court for her hand and heart at beautiful "Belmont," setting like an Egyptian Queen in the circling, blooming hills of the blue Adriatic. The Prince of Arragon comes to the choice of caskets, and with lofty words in praise of virtue, says: _"Let none presume to wear an undeserved dignity. O, that estates, degrees, and offices, Were not obtained corruptly! and that clear honor Were purchased by the merit of the wearer! How many then should cover, that stand bare! How many be commanded that command! How much low corruption would then be gleaned From the true seed of honor! and how much honor Picked from the chaff and ruin of the times!"_ The Globe Theatre shook with applause at this fine political speech of the Prince, and may be well contemplated in the State transactions of to-day. The Prince unlocks the silver casket, and finds a portrait of a blinking idiot; and departing exclaims: _"Some there be that shadows kiss, Such have but a shadow's bliss; There be fools alive I wis-- Silvered o'er, and so was this!"_ Portia soliloquizes: