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Lor. Hold, here, take this ; tell gentle Jessica, I will not fail her; speak it privately. Go.- Gentlemen, will you prepare for this marque

to-night? I am provided of a torch-bearer. [Exit. Laun.

Sal. Ay, Marry, I'll be gone about it itrait.
Sola. And so will l.

Lor. Meet me, and Gratiano,
At Gratiano's lodging fome hour hence.
Sal. 'Tis good, we do so.

[Exit. Gra. Was not that letter from fair Jessica ?

Lor. I must needs tell thee all; she hath directed, How I shall take her from her father's house, What gold and jewels she is furnish'd with, What page's fuit she hath in readiness. If e’er the Jew her father come to heav'n, It will be for his gentle daughter's fake; And never dare misfortune cross her foot, Unless she doth it under this excuse, That she is issue to a faithless Jew. Come, go with me; peruse this, as thou goelt; Fair Jellica shall be my torch-bearer. [Exeunt.

S CE NE VI. Shylock's house.

Enter Shylock and Launcelot. Shy. Well, thou shalt see, thy eyes shall be thy

judge,
The difference of old Shylock and Bassanio.
What, Jessica !-thou thalt not gormandize,

-
As thou hast done with me what, Jeslica !--
And sleep and fnore, and rend apparel out.
Why, Jessica ! I say.

Laun. Why, Jellica !
Shy. Who bids thee call? I did not bid thee call.

Laun. Your Worship was wont to tell me, that I could do nothing without bidding.

Enier Jessica. Jef. Call you? what is your

will ? Shy. I am bid forth to supper, Jessica ; There are my keys. But wherefore should I go ?

I am

yet I'll

I am not bid for love ; they flatter me:
But

go

in hate, to feed upon
The prodigal Christian. Jeslica, my girl,
Look to my house; I am right loth to go;
There is some ill a-brewing towards my reit,
For I did dream of money-bags to-night.
Laun. I beseech you, Sir, go ; my young

master doth expect your reproach.

Shy So do I his.

Laun. And they have conspired together, I will not say you shall see a masque ; but if you do, then it was not for nothing that my noe fell a bleeding on black Monday lait, at fix o'clock i' th' morning, falling out that year on Ath-Wednesday was four year in the afternoon.

Sly. What? are there masques? hear you me, Jessica
Lock up my doors ; and when you hear the drum,
And the vile squeaking of the wry-neck'd life,
Clamber not you up to the casements then,
Nor thrust your head into the public street,
To gaze on Christian fools with varnish'd faces.
But Itop my house's ears ; I mean, my casements;
Let not the found of shallow foppery enter
My fober houie. By Jacob's staff, I fwear,
I have no mind of feasting forth to-night.
But I will go ; go you before me, firrah, -
Say, I will come.

Laun. I will go before, Sir.
Mistress, look out at window, for all this;
There will come a Christian by, :
Will be worth a Jewess' eye,

[Exit. Laun: Shy. What says that fool of Hagar's offspring, ha? Jef. His words were, Farewel, Mistress; nothing else.

Shy. The patch is kind enough, but a huge feeder: Snail-flow in profit; but he sleeps by day More than the wild cat; drones hive not with me, Therefore I part with him; and part with him To one, that I would have him lielp to waste His borrow'd purse. Well, Jessica, go in; Perhaps I will return immediately; Do, as I bid you.-

Shut

Shut the doors after you : Fast bind, fast find;
A proverb never ftale in thrifty mind. [Exit.

Jef. Farewel; and if my fortune be not crolt,
I have a father, you a daughter, loft. [Exit.

SCENE VII. The street. Enter Gratiano and Salanio in masquerade. Gra. This is the pent-house, under which Lorenzo defired us to make a stand.

Sal. His hour is almost past.

Gra. And it is marvel he out-dwells his hour, For lovers ever run before the clock.

Sal. O, ten times falter Venus' widgeons fly To seal love's bonds new made, than they are wont To keep obliged faith unforfeited !

Gra. That ever holds. Who riseth from a feast,
With that keen appetite that he fits down?
Where is the horse, that doth untread again
His tedious measures with th' unbated fire,
That he did pace them first? All things that are
Are with more spirit chased than enjoy’d.
How like a younker, or a prodigal,
The scarfed bark puts from her native bay,
Hugg’d and embraced by the strumpet wind !
How like the prodigal doth she return,
With over-weather'd ribs and ragged fails,
Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the itrumpet wind!

Enter Lorenzo.
Sal. Here comes Lorenzo : more of this hereafter.

Lor. Sweet friends, your patience for my long abode;
Not I, but my affairs, have made you wait;
When you shall please to play the thieves for wives,
I'll watch as long for you then : come, approach ;
Here dwells

my father Jew. Hoa, who's within ?

Jessica above, in boy's cloaths.
Jef. Who are you? tell me for more certainty,
Albeit I'll swear that I do know your tongue.

Lor. Lorenzo, and thy love.
Jef. Lorenzo certain, and my love, indeed ;

For

For who love I so much ; and now who knows,
But you, Lorenzo, whether I arn your's ? [art.

Lor. Heav'nı and thy thoughts are witness that thou

Jef. Here catch this caiket, it is worth the pains. I'm glad, 'tis night, you do not look on me; For I am much alham’d of my exchange ; But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit; For if they could, Cupid himself would blush To see me thus transformed to a boy. Lor. Descend, for you

must be

my

torch-bearer.
Jef. What, inuít I hold a candle to my shames?
They in themselves, goodfooth, are too, too light.
Why, 'tis an office of discovery, love,
And I should be obscur’d.

Lor. So are you, sweet,
Ev'n in the lovely garnish of a boy.
But conle at once
For the clofe night doth play the run-away,
And we are staid for at Baffanio's feast.

7e/. I will make fast the doors, and gild myself With some more ducațs, and be with you strait.

[Exit from above. Gra. Now by my hood, a Gentile, and no Jew.

Lor. Bethrew me, but I love her heartily;
For she is wife, if I can judge of her;
And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true ;
And true she is, as the hath prov'd herself;
And therefore like herself, wife, fair, and true,
Shall she be placed in my constant soul.

Enter Jessica, to thein.
What, art thou come ? on,

Gentlemen, away ;
Our masquing mates by this tiine for us ftay. [Exit.

Enter Anthonio.
Anth. Who's there ?
Gra. Signior Anthonio,

Anth. Fie Gratiano, where are all the rest ?
'Tis nine o'clock, our friends all stay for you ;
To masque to-night; the wind is come about,
Baffanio prefently will go aboard;

I have sent twenty out to seek for you.

Gra. I'm glad on't; I desire n'o more delight Than to be under fail, and gone to-night. [Exeunt.

SCENE VIII. Changes to Belmont. Enter Portia with Morochius, and both their trains.

Por. Go, draw aside the curtains, and discover The fev'ral caskets to this Noble Prince. Now make your choice. [Three ca/kets are discover'd.

Mor. The first of gold, which this inscriptions bears, Who chufeth me, shall gain what many men defire. The second silver, which this promise carries, Who chuseth me, Jall get as much as he deserves. This third, dull lead, with warning all as blunt, Who chufeth me, must give and hazard all he hath. How shall I know, if I do chuse the right :

Por. The one of them contains my picture, Prince; If you chuse that, then I am your's withal.

ilor. Some God direct my judgment ! let me fee, I will survey th' inscriptions back again ; What says this leaden casket ? 1Who chufeth me, 123ft give and hazard all he hath. Nuit give, for what? for lead? hazard for lead? This casket threatens. Men that hazard all, Do it in hope of fair advantages. A golden mind stoops not to ihows of drofs; I'll then not give, nor hazard aught for lead. What lays the silver, with her virgin hue ? Who chaleth me, fall get as much as he defertes. As much as he deserves ? pause there, Morochius; And weigh thy value with an even hand. If thou best rated by thy estimation, Thou dost deserve enough; and yet enough May not extend so far as to the l:dy; And yet to be afraid of my deferving, Were but a weak disabling of inyfelf. As much as I deserve ? --why, that's the lady: I do in birth deserve her, and in fortunes, In graces, and in qualities of breeding : But more than these, in love I do deferve. What if I stray'd no farther, but chose here? Vol. II.

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