Salan. I would she were as lying a gossip in
that as ever knapped ginger, or made her neigh-
bours believe she wept for the death of a third
husband. But it is true,—without any slips of 12
prolixity or crossing the plain highway of talk,
—that the good Antonio, the honest Antonio,—
O, that I had a title good enough to keep his
name company!— 16
Salar. Come, the full stop.
Salan. Ha! what sayst thou? Why, the end
is, he hath lost a ship.
Salar. I would it might prove the end of his 20
losses.
Salan. Let me say 'amen' betimes, lest the
devil cross my prayer, for here he comes in the
likeness of a Jew. 24
Enter Shylock.
How now, Shylock! what news among the
merchants?
Shy. You knew, none so well, none so well as
you, of my daughter's flight. 28
Salar. That's certain: I, for my part, knew
the tailor that made the wings she flew withal.
Salan. And Shylock, for his own part, knew
the bird was fledged; and then it is the com- 32
plexion of them all to leave the dam.
Shy. She is damned for it.
Salar. That's certain, if the devil may be her
judge. 36
Shy. My own flesh and blood to rebel!
Salan. Out upon it, old carrion! rebels it at
these years?
10 knapped: munched (pronounce the 'k')
30 withal: with; cf. n.
32 complexion: disposition
