Lock up my doors; and when you hear the drum, Laun. I will go before, sir.- Will be worth a Jewess' eye. 360 [Exit LAUN. Shy. What says that fool of Hagar's offspring, ha ? Jes. His words were, Farewel, 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 Shut the doors after you: Fast bind, fast find; 37° [Exit. Jes. [Exit. Jes. Farewel; and if my fortune be not crost, I have a father, you a daughter, lost. SCENE VI. The Street. Enter GRATIANO, and SALANIO, in Masquerade. Gra. This is the pent-house, under which Lorenzo Desir'd us to make stand. 381 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 faster Venus' pigeons 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 sits down? Where is the horse, that doth untread again The skarfed bark puts from her native bay, 390 Enter Enter LORENZO. Sal. Here comes Lorenzo ;-more of this here after. 400 Lor. Sweet friends, your patience for my long abode; Not I, but my affairs, have made you wait : 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, 410 But you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours? Lor. Heaven, and thy thoughts, are witness that thou art. Jes. Here, catch this casket; it is worth the pains. I am glad 'tis night, you do not look on me, But love is blind, and lovers cannot see Lor. Descend, for you must be my torch-bearer. Jes. Jes. What, must I hold a candle to my shames ? They in themselves, good sooth, are too too light. Why, 'tis an office of discovery, love; And I should be obscur'd. Lor. So are you, sweet, Even in the lovely garnish of a boy. But come at once; For the close night doth play the run-away, 423 Jes. I will make fast the doors, and gild myself With some more ducats, and be with you straight. [Exit, from above. Gra. Now, by my hood, a Gentile, and no Jew. For she is wise, if I can judge of her; And therefore, like herself, wise, fair, and true, Enter JESSICA, below. 433 What, art thou come ?-On, gentlemen, away; Our masquing mates by this time for us stay. 440 [Exit, with JESSICA, &c. Enter ANTHONIO. Anth. Who's there? Gra. Signior Anthonio? Anth. Fie, fie, Gratiano! where are all the rest? 'Tis 'Tis nine o'clock; our friends all stay for you :— No masque to night; the wind is come about, Bassanio presently will aboard: go I have sent twenty out to seek for you. Gra. I am glad on't; I desire no more delight, Than to be under sail, and gone to night. [Exeunt. SCENE VII. Belmont. Enter PORTIA, with the Prince of Morocco, and both their Trains. Por. Go, draw aside the curtains, and discover The several caskets to this noble prince : Now make your choice. 451 Mor. The first, of gold, who this inscription bears; Who chuseth me, shall gain what many men desire. Por. The one of them contains my picture, prince; If you chuse that, then I am yours withal. 460 Mor. Some god direct my judgment! Let me see, I will survey the inscriptions back again : What says this leaden casket? 3 Who |