ACT III.
SCENE I. Venice. A street
[Enter SALANIO and SALARINO.]
SALANIO.
Now, what news on the Rialto?
SALARINO.
Why, yet it lives there unchecked that Antonio hath a ship
of rich lading wrack'd on the narrow seas; the Goodwins, I think
they call the place, a very dangerous flat and fatal, where the
carcasses of many a tall ship lie buried, as they say, if my
gossip Report be an honest woman of her word.
SALANIO.
I would she were as lying a gossip in that as ever knapped
ginger or made her neighbours believe she wept for the death of a
third husband. But it is true, — without any slips of 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! —
SALARINO.
Come, the full stop.
SALANIO.
Ha! What sayest thou? Why, the end is, he hath lost a
ship.
SALARINO.
I would it might prove the end of his losses.
SALANIO.
Let me say 'amen' betimes, lest the devil cross my prayer,
for here he comes in the likeness of a Jew.
[Enter SHYLOCK.]
How now, Shylock! What news among the merchants?
