ee me thus transformed to a boy.
I will make fast the doors, and gild myself
With some more ducats, and be with you straight!"_

Nice specimen of a dutiful daughter.

Contrast the conduct of the Christian Portia with the Hebrew Jessica, and
the latter's action is thoroughly reprehensible.

Portia obeys the injunction and will of a dead father, while Jessica
violates criminally the duty she owes a live father, who is in the toils of
personal and official swindlers.

Portia in her palace awaits foreign and domestic suitors for her hand,
heart and wealth.

The Prince of Morocco and his train first appear.

Portia in her splendid drawing room receives the Prince, and says to her
waiting maid:

_"Go draw aside the curtains, and discover
The several caskets to this noble prince;--
Now make your choice!"_

The Prince reads the inscriptions on the three caskets, gold, silver and
lead:

"Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men desire."

"Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves."

"Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he hath."

The Prince asks:

_"How shall I know if I do choose the right?"_

Portia replies:

_"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 da