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Something too liberal ;----pray thee, take pain
Thy skipping spirit; lest, through thy wild behaviour, i I be misconstru'd in the place I go to,
And lose my hopes.
240 If I do not put on a sober habit, BTalk with respect, and swear but now and then,
Wear prayer-books in my pocket, look demurely ; a Nay more, while grace is saying, hood mine eyes
Thus with my hat, and sigh, and say, amen ;
Bass. Well, we shall see your bearing.
By what we do to-night.
251 Bass. No, that were pity; I would entreat you rather to put on Your boldest suit of mirth, for we have friends That purpose
merriment: But fare you well,
Gra. And I must to Lorenzo, and the rest ;
SHYLOCK's House. Enter JESSICA and LAUNCELOT.
Jes. I am sorry, thou wilt leave
father Our house is hell, and thou, a merry devil, 260 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 see Lorenzo, who is thy new master's guest : Give him this letter ; do it secretly, And so farewel; I would not have my
father See me talk with thee.
Laun. Adieu !-tears exhibit my tongue.Most beautiful Pagan,-most sweet Jew! if a Chris. tian did not play the knave, and get thee, I am much deceiv'd ; but, adieu! these foolish drops do somewhat drown my manly spirit; adieu ! (Exit. 279
Jes. Farewel, good Launcelot. Alack, what heinous sin is it in me, To be asham'd 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. [Exit.
The Street. Enter GRATIANO, LORENZO, SALARINO,
Lor. Nay, we will slink away
in supper-time; Disguise us at my lodging, and return
281 All in an hour.
Gra. We have not made good preparation.
Sala. 'Tis vile, unless it may be quaintly ordered;
hours To furnish us :
Enter LAUNCELOT, with a Letter. Friend Launcelot, what's the news ?
Laun. An it shall please you to break up this, it shall seem to signify.
Gra. Love-news, in faith.
Laun. Marry, sir, to bid my old master the Jew to
I will not fail her ;-Speak it privately : go. 301
Sal. Ay, marry, I'll be gone about it straight.
Lor. Meet me, and Gratiano,
[Exeunt SALAR. and SALAN, Gra, Was not that letter from fair Jessica ? 310 Lor. I must needs tell thee all : she hath di
rected, How I must 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 gentlę daughter's sake: And never dare misfortune cross her foot, Unless she do it under this excuse, That she is issue to a faithless Jew, Come, go with me; peruse this, as thou goest : 320 Fair Jessica shall be
SHYLOCK's House, Enter SHYLOCK, and LAUN
CELOT. Shy. Well, thou shalt see, thy eyes shall be thy
judge, The difference of old Shylock and Bassanio :
What, Jessica !-thou shalt not gormandize,
Laun. Why, Jessica !
Laun. Your worship was wont to tell me, that I could do nothing without bidding.
331 Enter JESSICĄ. Jes. 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 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 :-I am right loth to go; There is some ill a brewing towards my rest, For I did dream of money-bags to night. 340
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 afternoon. Shy. What ! are there masques ? Hear you me, Jessica :