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Lock up my doors; and when you hear the drum,
Laun. I will go before, sir.
There will come a Christian by,
[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
Jes. Farewel; and if my fortune be not crost,
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,
Sal. O, ten times faster Venus' pigeons fly
Gra. That ever holds: Who riseth from a feast,
Enter Enter LORENZO.
Şal. 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 : When
you shull please to play the thieves for wives,
JESSICA above, in Boy's Clothes.
Lor. Lorenzo, and thy love.
Jes. Lorenzo, certain; and my love, indeed ;
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;
423 And I should be obscur'd.
Lor. So are you, sweet,-
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. Lor, Beshrew me, but I love her heartily :
433 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 prov'd herself; And therefore, like herself, wise, fair, and true, Shall she be placed in my constant soul.
Enter Jessica, below.
What, art thou come ?-On, gentlemen, away; Our masquing mates by this time for us stay. 440
[Exit, with JESSICA, 30.
Anth. Who's there?
'Tis nine o'clock; our friends all stay for you :No masque to night; the wind is come about, Bassanio presently will go
aboard : 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.
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
choice. Mor. The first, of gold, who this inscription
Who chuseth me, shall gain what many men desire.
460 If you chuse that, then I am yours withal.
Mor. Some god direct my judgment! Let me see, I will survey the inscriptions back again : What says this leaden casket?