Por. I humbly do 'defire your Grace of pardon; I must away this night toward Padua, And it is meet I presently set forth. Duke. I'm forry that your leisure serves you not. Anthonio, gratify this gentleman, For in my mind you are much bound to him. [Ex. Duke and his train. SCENE III Baff. Most worthy gentleman! I and my friend Por. He is well paid that is well fatisfy'd, Baff. Dear Sir, of force I must attempt you further. Por. You prefs me far, and therefore I will yield. Baff. This ring, good Sir, alas it is a trifle; Por. Por. I will have nothing else but only this, Baff. There's more than this depends upon the value. Por. I fee, Sir, you are liberal in offers; That I should neither fell, nor give, nor lose it. Por. That 'scuse serves many men to fave their gifts; And know how well I have deferv'd the ring, For giving it to me. Well, peace be with you. Anth. My lord Bassanio, let him have the ring. Let his defervings and my love withal Enter Portia and Neriffa. [Exit. [Exit Gra. : [Exeunt Por. Enquire the Jew's houfe out, give him this deed, And let him fign it; we'll away to-night, And be a day before our husbands home: This deed will be well welcome to Lorenzo, Enter Gratiano. Gra. Fair Sir, you are well o'erta'en: My My lord Bassanio, upon more advice, Hath sent you here this ring, and doth intreat Por. That cannot be. This ring I do accept most thankfully, I pray you shew my Youth old Shylock's house. Gra. That will I do. Ner. Sir, I would speak with you. I'll fee if I can get my husband's ring, Which I did make him swear to keep for ever. [To Por. Por. Thou may'ft I warrant. We fhall have old swearing, That they did give the rings away to men; But we'll out-face them and out-fwear them too: Away, make haste, thou know'st where I will tarry. Ner. Come, good Sir, will you fhew me to this house? [Exe. T ACT V. SCENE I BELMONT Enter Lorenzo and Jeffica. LORENZO. HE moon fhines bright: In fuch a night as this, And saw the lion's fhadow ere himself, And ran dismay'd away. Lor. In fuch a night, Stood Dido with a willow in her hand Upon the wild fea-banks, and waft her love Jef. In fuch a night, Medea gather'd the inchanted herbs Lor. In fuch a night, Did Jessica fteal from the wealthy Jew, Jef. And in such a night, Did young Lorenzo fwear he lov'd her well, Lor. And in fuch a night, Did pretty Jeffica (like a little fhrew) Jef. I would out-night you did no body come: Enter Messenger. Lor. Who comes so fast in filence of the night? Lor. What friend? your name, I pray you, friend? My mistress will before the break of day Lor. Who comes with her? Mef. Mef. None but a holy hermit and her maid. I pray you is my master yet return'd? Lor. He is not, nor have we yet heard from him: But go we in I pray thee, Jessica, And ceremoniously let us prepare Some welcome for the mistress of the house. Enter Launcelot. Laun. Sola, fola; wo ha, ho, fola, fola. Lor. Who calls? Laun. Sola, did you see master Lorenzo and mistress Lorenza? fola, fola. Lor. Leave hollowing, man: here. Laun. Sola, where? where? Lor. Here. Laun. Tell him there's a post come from my mafter, with his horn full of good news. My mafter will be here ere morning. Lor. Sweet love, let's in, and there expect their coming. And yet no matter: why fhould we go in ? My friend Stephano, fignifie, I pray you, Within the house your mistress is at hand, And bring your musick forth into the air. 'How sweet the moon-light fleeps upon this bank; 'Here will we fit, and let the founds of mufick < Creep in our ears; soft stilness, and the night "Become the touches of fweet harmony. Sit, Jeffica; look how the floor of heav'n Is thick inlay'd with patterns of bright gold; 'There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st, • But in his motion like an angel fings, Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubims; VOL. II. L. • But |