SHYLOCK.
How now, Tubal! what news from Genoa? Hast thou found my
daughter?

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.