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If I do not put on a sober habit,
Talk with respect, and swear but now and then,
Wenr prayer-books in my pocket, look demurely,
Nay more, while grace is saying, hood mine eyes
Thus with my hat, and sigh, asid say, Amen;
Use all the observance of civility.
Like one well studied in a sad ostent
To piease his grandam, never trust me more.

Bass. Weil, we shall see your beariug;
Gra. Nay, but I bar to-night; you shall not gage mo
By what we do to-night.

No, that were pity;
I would entreat you rather to put on
Your boldest suit of mirth, for we hare friends
That purpose merriment. But fare you well,
I have some business.

Gra. And I must to Lorenzo, and the rest;
But we will visit you at supper time.

( E.reunt.

scene 111. - The same. A Room in Shylock's

Jes. I am sorry thou wilt leave my father 50;
Our house is hell, and thou, a merry devil,
Didst rob it of some taste of tediousness :
But fare thee well; there is a ducat for thee.
And, Launcelot, soon at supper shalt thou ses
Lorenzo, who is thy new master's guest :
Give him this letter; do it secretly,
And so farewell; I would not have my father
See me talk with thee.

Laun. Adieu !-tears exhibit my tongue. Most beautiful Pagan, - most sweet Jew! Ila Christian ceived : But, adieu! These foolish drops do somewhat drown my Alack, what heinous sin is it in me,

good Launcelot.
To be ashamed to be my father's child!
But though I am a daughter to his blood,
I am not to his manners: O Lorenzo,
If thou keep promise, I shall end this strife;
Become a Christian, and thy loving wife.

Jes. Parewelly spirit, adiem!


SCENE IV.--The same. A Street.


Lor. Nay, we will slink away at supper-time;
Disguise us at my lodging, and return
All in an hour.
Gra. We have not made good preparation.
Salar. We have not spoke us yet of torch-bearers.

Salan. 'Tis vile, unless it may be quaintly order'd;
And better, in my mind, not undertook.

Lor. 'Tis now but four o'clock; we have two hours

To furnish us;

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Enter LAUNCELOT, with a leller.

Priend Launcelot, what's the new's ? Laun. An it shall please you to break up this, it shall seem to signify.

Lor. I know the hand : in faith, 'tis a fair hand;
And whiter than the paper it writ on,
Is the fair hand that writ.

Love-news, in faith.
Laun. By your leave, sir.
Lor. Whither goest thou

Laun. Marry, sir, to bid my old master the Jew to sup to-night with my new master the Christian.

Lor. Hold here, take this:-tell gentle Jessica,
I will not fail her :-speak it privately : go,

(Exit Launcelot.
Will you prepare you for this masque to-night?
I am provided of a torch-bearer.

Salar, Ay, marry, I'll be gone about it straight.
Salan. And so will l.

Meet me, and Gratiano,
At Gratiano's lodging some hour hence.
Sular. 'Tis good we do so.

(Breunt Salar. and Salan. 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 suit she hath in readiness.
If e'er the Jew her father come to heaven,
It will be for his gentle daughter's sake :
And never dare misfortune cross her foot,
Vuless she do it under this excuse,


That she is issue to a faithless Jew.
Come, go with me; peruse this, as thou goest :
Fair Jessica shall be my torch-bearer. (Exeunt

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SCENE V.- The same. Before Shylock's house.

Shy. Well, thou shalt see, thy eyes shall be thy judge,
The difference of old Shylock and Bassanio:
What, Jessica !--thou shalt not gormandize,
As thou hast done with me ;--What, Jessica !-
And sleep and snore, and rend apparel out :-
Why, Jessica, I say !

Why, Jegsica!
Shy. Who bids thee call? I do not bid thee call.

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

Jes. Call you? What

your will?
Shy. I am bid forth to supper, Jessica:
There are my keys:- But wherefore should I go?
I am not bid for love; they flatter me :
But yet I'll go in hate, to feed upon
The prodigal Christian.- Jessica, my girl,
Look to my house :-1 am right loth to go ;
There is some ill a-brewing towards my rest,
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 nose fell a bleeding on
Black-Monday last, at six o'clock i'the morning, falling
out that year on Ash-Wednesday was four year in the
Shy. 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 ffe,
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;

stop my house's ears, I mean, my casements :
Let not the sound of shallow foppery enter
My sober house.-By Jacob's staff, I swear,

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I have no mind of feasting forth to-night:'
But I will go.-Go you before me, sirrah:
Say, I will come.

I will go before, sir.-
Mistress, look out at window, for all this;

There will come a Christiau by, Will be worth a Jewess' eye. [Exit Laun. Shy. What says that fool of Hagar's offspring, ha? Jes. His words were, Farewell, mistress; nothing

else. Shy. The patch is kind enough; but a huge feeder, Snail-slow in profit, and 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 help to waste His borrow'd purse.-Well, Jessica, go in; Perhaps, I will return immediately; Shut doors after you: Fast bind, fast find; A proverb never stale in thrifty mind.

[Erit. Jes. Farewell; and if my fortune be not crost, I have a father, you a daughter, lost.


Do, as 1 bid you,

SCENE VI.- The same. 1


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Enter GRATIANO and SALARINO, masqued. Gra. This is the pent-house, under which Lorenzo Desired us to make stand.

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

Salar. O, ten times faster Venus' pigeons fly
To seal love's bouds 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 sits down?
Where is the horse, that doth untread again
His tedious measures with the unbated ire
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 scarsed bark puts from her native bay,
Hugo'd and embraced by the

strumpet wind!
How like the prodigal doth she return;
With over-weather'a ribs, and ragged sails,
Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind I


Salar. Here comes Lorenzo ;-more of this hereafter.

Lor. Sweet friends, your patience for my long abode;
Not I, but my affairs, have inade you wait:
When you shall please to play the thieves for wives,
I'll watch as long for you then.- Approach
Here dwells my father Jew :-Ho! who's within ?

Enter JESSICA above, in boy's clothes. Jes. Who are you ? Tell me, for more certainty, Albeit I'll swear that I do know your tongue.

Lor. Lorenzo, and thy love.

Jes. Lorenzo, certain; and my love, indeed; For who love I so much? And now who knows, But you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours?

(art. Lor. Heaven, and thy thoughts, are witness that thou

Jes. Here, catch this casket; it is worth the pains. I am glad 'tis night, you do not look on me, For I am much ashamed 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.

Jes. What, must I hold a candle to my shames ?
They in themselves, good sooth, are too, too light.
Why, 'uis an office of discovery, love ;
And I should be obscured.

So are you, sweet,
Even in the lovely garnish of a boy.
But come at once ;
For the close night doth play the runaway,
And we are staid for at Bassanio's feast.

Jes. I will make fast the doors, and gild myself
With some more ducats, and be with you strnight.

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

Lor. Beshrew me, but I love her heartily,
For she is wise, if I can judge of her;
And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true;
And true she is, as she hath proved hersell ;
And therefore, like herself, wise, fair, and true,
Shall she be placed in my coustant soul.

Enter JESSICA, beloto.
What, art thou come l-On, gentlemen, away;
Our masquing mates by this time for us stay,

Barit, with Jessica and Salarino.

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