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TUBAL. I often came where I did hear of her, but cannot find her.
SHYLOCK. Why there, there, there, there! A diamond gone, cost me two thousand ducats in Frankfort! The curse never fell upon our nation till now; I never felt it till now. Two thousand ducats in that, and other precious, precious jewels. I would my daughter were dead at my foot, and the jewels in her ear; would she were hearsed at my foot, and the ducats in her coffin! No news of them? Why, so: and I know not what ' s spent in the search. Why, thou--loss upon loss! The thief gone with so much, and so much to find the thief; and no satisfaction, no revenge; nor no ill luck stirring but what lights on my shoulders; no sighs but of my breathing; no tears but of my shedding.
TUBAL. Yes, other men have ill luck too. Antonio, as I heard in Genoa,--
SHYLOCK. What, what, what? Ill luck, ill luck?
TUBAL.--hath an argosy cast away, coming from Tripolis.
SHYLOCK. I thank God! I thank God! Is it true, is it true?
TUBAL. I spoke with some of the sailors that escaped the wrack.
SHYLOCK. I thank thee, good Tubal. Good news, good news! ha, ha! Where? in Genoa?