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may devise laws for the blood; but a hot temper a beast: an the worst fall that ever fell, I hope, I leaps over a cold decree: such a hare is madness shall make shift to go without him. the youth, to skip o'er the meshes of good counsel Ner. If he should offer to choose, and choose the cripple. But this reasoning is not in the fashion the right casket, you should refuse to perform your to choose me a husband:-O me, the word choose! father's will, if you should refuse to accept him. I may neither choose whom I would, nor refuse Por. Therefore, for fear of the worst, I pray whom I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter thee, set a deep glass of Rhenish wine on the con curb'd by the will of a dead father:-Is it not hard, trary casket: for, if the devil be within, and that Nerissa, that I cannot choose one, nor refuse none? temptation without, I know he will choose it. I Ner. Your father was ever virtuous; and holy will do any thing, Nerissa, ere I will be married to men, at their death, have good inspirations; there- a spunge.

fore, the lottery, that he hath devised in these three Ner. You need not fear, lady, the having any chests, of gold, silver, and lead, (whereof who of these lords; they have acquainted me with their chooses his incaning, chooses you,) will, no doubt, determinations: which is, indeed, to return to their never be chosen by any rightly, but one who you home, and to trouble you with no more suit ; unless shall rightly love. But what warmth is there in you may be won by some other sort than your fayour affection towards any of these princely suitors ther's imposition, depending on the caskets. that are already come?

Por. I pray thee, over-name them; and as thou namest them, I will describe them; and, according to my description, level at my affection.

Ner. First, there is the Neapolitan prince. Por. Ay, that's a colt,' indeed, for he doth nothing but talk of his horse: and he makes it a great appropriation to his own good parts, that he can shoe him himself: I am much afraid, my lady, his mother, played false with a smith.

Por. If I live to be as old as Sybilla, I will die as chaste as Diana, unless I be obtained by the manner of my father's will: I am glad this parcel of wooers are so reasonable; for there is not one among them but I dote on his very absence, and I pray God grant them a fair departure.

Ner. Do you not remember, lady, in your father's time, a Venetian, a scholar, and a soldier, that came hither in company of the Marquis of Montferrat?

Por. Yes, yes, it was Bassanio; as I think, so was he called.

Ner. True, madam; he, of all the men that ever my foolish eyes looked upon, was the best

Ner. Then is there the county2 Palatine. Por. He does nothing but frown; as who should say, An if you will not have me, choose: he hears merry tales, and smiles not: I fear, he will prove the weeping philosopher when he grows old, being deserving a fair lady. so full of unmannerly sadness in his youth. I had Por. I remember him well; and I remember rather be married to a death's head with a bone in him worthy of thy praise.-How now! what news? his mouth, than to either of these. God defend me from these two!

Ner. How say you by the French lord, Monsieur Le Bon?

for a man.

Enter a Servant.

Serv. The four strangers seek for you, madam, to take their leave: and there is a forerunner come Por. God made him, and therefore let him pass from a fifth, the prince of Morocco; who brings In truth, I know it is a sin to be a word, the prince, his master, will be here to-night. mocker: But, he! why, he hath a horse better than Por. If I could bid the fifth welcome with so the Neapolitan's; a better bad habit of frowning good heart as I can bid the other four farewell, I than the count Palatine: he is every man in no should be glad of his approach: if he have the man: if a throstle sing, he falls straight a caper-condition of a saint, and the complexion of a devil, ing; he will fence with his own shadow: if I should I had rather he should shrive me than wive me. marry him, I should marry twenty husbands: If Come, Nerissa.-Sirrah, go before.-Whiles we he would despise me, I would forgive him; for if shut the gate upon one wooer, another knocks at he love me to madness, I shall never requite him. the door. [Exeunt. Ner. What say you then to Falconbridge, the SCENE III.-Venice. A public place. Enter young baron of England? Bassanio and Shylock."

Por. You know, I say nothing to him: for he understands not me, nor I him: he hath neither Latin, French, nor Italian; and you will come into the court and swear, that I have a poor penny-worth in the English. He is a proper man's picture: But, alas! who can converse with a dumb show? How oddly he is suited! I think he bought his doublet in Italy, his round hose in France, his bonnet in Germany, and his behaviour every where. Ner. What think you of the Scottish lord, his neighbour?

Por. That he hath a neighbourly charity in him; for he borrowed a box of the ear of the Englishman, and swore he would pay him again, when he was able: I think the Frenchman became his surety, and scaled under for a.other.

Ner. How like you the young German, the duke of Saxony's nephew?

Shy. Three thousand ducats,-well.
Bass. Av, sir, for three months.
Shy. For three months,-weil.

Bass. For the which, as I told you, Antonio shall be bound.

Shy. Antonio shall become bound,-well. Bass. May you stead me? Will you pleasure me? Shall I know your answer?

Shy. Three thousand ducats, for three months, and Antonio bound.

Bass. Your answer to that.

Shy. Antonio is a good man. Bass. Have you heard any imputation to the contrary?

Shy. Ho, no, no, no, no ;-my meaning, in say. ing he is a good man, is to have you understand me, that he is sufficient: yet his means are in sup Por. Very vilely in the morning, when he is so-position: he hath an argosy bound to Tripolis, ber; and most vilely in the afternoon, when he is another to the Indies: I understand moreover upon drunk: when he is best, he is a little worse than a the Rialto, he hath a third at Mexico, a fourth for man; and when he is worst, he is little better than England, and other ventures he hath, squan

(1) A heady, gay youngster.

(2) Count.

.(3) Temper, qualities.

der'd abroad: But ships are but boards, sailors but And in the doing of the deed of kind,"
men: there be land-rats, and water-rats, water- He stuck them up before the fulsome ewes ;
thieves, and land-thieves; I mean, pirates; and Who, then conceiving, did in eaning time
then, there is the peril of waters, winds, and rocks:
The man is, notwithstanding, sufficient;-three
thousand ducats ;-I think I may take his bond.
Bass. Be assured you may.

Shy. I will be assured I may; and, that I may be assured, I will bethink me: May I speak with

Antonio?

Bass. If it please you to dine with us.

Fall party-colour'd lambs, and those were Jacob's.
This was a way to thrive, and he was blest;
And thrift is blessing, if men steal it not.

A

Ant. This was a venture, sir, that Jacob serv'd for;

thing not in his power to bring to pass, But sway'd and fashion'd, by the hand of heaven. Was this inserted to make interest good? Shy. Yes, to smell pork; to eat of the habita- Or is your gold and silver, ewes and rams? tion which your prophet, the Nazarite, conjured Shy. I cannot tell: I make it breed as fast :— the devil into: I will buy with you, sell with you, But note me, signior. talk with you, walk with you, and so following; but I will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you. What news on the Rialto?-Who is he comes here?

Enter Antonio.

Bass. This is signior Antonio.

Shy. [Aside.] How like a fawning publican he looks!

I hate him, for he is a Christian:

But more, for that, in low simplicity,

He lends out money gratis, and brings down
The rate of usance here with us in Venice.
If I can catch him once upon the hip,
I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
He hates our sacred nation; and he rails,
Even there where merchants most do congregate,
On me, my bargains, and my well-won thrift,
Which he calls interest: Cursed be my tribe,
If I forgive him!

Bass.

Shylock, do you hear?

Shy. I am debating of my present store;
And, by the near guess of my memory,
I cannot instantly raise up the gross

Of full three thousand ducats: What of that?
Tubal, a wealthy Hebrew of my tribe,
Will furnish me: But soft; How many months
Do you desire ?-Rest you fair, good signior;
[To Antonio.
Your worship was the last man in our mouths.
Ant. Shylock, albeit I nei her lend nor borrow,
By taking, nor by giving of excess,
Yet, to supply the ripe wants' of my friend,
I'll break a custom-Is he yet possessed, 2
How much you would?
Shy.

-

Ay, ay, three thousand ducats.
Ant. And for three months.
Shy. I had forgot,-three months, you told me so.
Well then, your bond; and, let me see, But
hear you;.
Methought, you said, you neither lend, nor borrow,
Upon advantage.
Ant.

I do never use it.

Shy. When Jacob graz'd his uncle Laban's sheep,
This Jacob from our holy Abraham was
(As his wise mother wrought in his behalf,)
The third possessor; ay, he was the third."

Ant. And what of him? did he take interest?
Shy. No, not take interest; not, as you would say,
Directly interest: mark what Jacob did.
When Laban and himself were compromis'd,
That all the eanlings which were streak'd, and
pied,

Should fall as Jacob's hire; the ewes, being rank,
In the end of autumn turned to the rams:
And when the work of gencration was
Between these woolly breeders in the act,
The skilful shepherd peel'd me certain wands,

(1) Wants which admit no longer delay.

Ant.

Mark you this, Bassanio,
The devil can cite scripture for his purpose.
An evil soul, producing holy witness,
Is like a villain with a smiling check;
A goodly apple rotten at the heart;

O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
Shy. Three thousand ducats,-'tis a good round

surn.

Three months from twelve, then let me see the rate.
Ant. Well, Shylock, shall we be beholden to you?
Shy. Signior Antonio, many a time and oft,
In the Rialto you have rated me
About my monies, and my usances:
Still have I borne it with a patient shrug;
For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe:
You call me-misbeliever, cut-throat dog,
And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine,
And all for use of that which is mine own.
Well then, it now appears, you need my help :
Go to then; you come to me, and you say,
Shylock, we would have monies; You say so
You, that did void your rheum upon my beard,
And foot ine, as you spurn a stranger cur
Over your threshold; monies is your suit.
What should I say to you? Should I not say,
Hath a dog money? is it possible,

A cur can lend three thousand ducats? or,
Shall I bend low, and in a bondsman's key,
With 'bated breath, and whispering humbleness,
Say this,-

Fair sir, you spit on me on Wednesday last;
You spurn'd me such a day; another time
You call'd me-dog; and for these courtesies
I'll lend you thus much monies.

Ant. I am as like to call thee so again,
To spit on thee again, to spurn thee too.
If thou wilt lend this money, lend it not
As to thy friends (for when did friendship take
A breed for barren metal of his friend?
But lend it rather to thine enemy;
Who if he break, thou may'st with better face
Exact the penalty.

Shy.

Why, look you, how you storm!
I would be friends with you, and have your love,
Forget the shames that you have stain'd me with,
Supply your present wants, and take no doit

Of usance for my monies, and you'll not hear me :
This is kind I offer.

Ant. This were kindness.
Shy.
This kindness will I show:-
Go with me to a notary, seal me there
Your single bond; and, in a merry sport,
If you repay me not on such a day,
In such a place, such sum, or sums, as are
Express'd in the condition, let the forfeit
Be nominated for an equal pound

Of your fair flesh, to be cut off and taken
In what part of your body pleaseth me.

(2) Informed.

(3) Nature.

(4) Interest.

Ant. Content, in faith: I'll seal to such a bond,
And say, there is much kindness in the Jew.
Bass. You shall not seal to such a bond for me,
I'll rather dweli' in my necessity.

Ant. Why, fear Lot, man; I will not forfeit it;
Within these two months, that's a month before
This bond expires, I do expect return

Of thrice three times the value of this bond.
Shy. O father Abraham, what these Christians

are;

Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspect
The thoughts of others! Pray you, tell me this;
If he should break his day, what should I ga.n
By the exaction of the forfeiture?

A pound of man's flesh, taken from a man,
Is not so estimable, profitable neither,
As flesh of muttons, beefs, or goats. I say,
To buy his favour, I extend this friendship:
If he will take it, so; if not, adieu;
And, for my love, I pray you, wrong me not.

Ant. Yes, Shylock, I will seal unto this bond.
Shy. Then meet me forthwith at the notary's;
Give him direction for this merry bond,
And I will go and purse the ducats straight;
See to my house, left in the fearful guard
Of an unchrifty knave; and presently
I will be with you.

Ant.

[Exit.

Hie thee, gentle Jew.

That won three fields of Sultan Solyman,—
I would out-stare the sternest eyes that look,
Out-brave the heart most daring on the earth,
Pluck the young sucking cubs from the she-bear,
Yea, mock the lion when he roars for prey,
To win thee, lady: But, alas the while!
If Hercules, and Lichas, play at dice
Which is the better inan, the greater throw
May turn by fortune from the weaker hand:
So is Alcides beaten by his page;

And so may I, blind fortune leading me,
Miss that which one unworthier may attain,
And die with grieving.

Por.

You must take your chance;
And either not attempt to choose at all,
Or swear, before you choose,-if you choose wrong,
Never to speak to lady afterward

In way of marriage; therefore, be advis'd.*
Mor. Nor wil not; come, bring me unto my

chance.

Por. First, forward to the temple; after dinner
Your hazard shall be made.
Mcr.

Good fortune then! [Cernets. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-Venice. A street. Enter Launcelot Gobbo.

To make me bless'd'st, or cursed'st among mer.

Lam. Certainly my conscience will serve me to

This Hebrew will turn Christian; he grows kind.
Buss. I like not fair terms, and a villain's mind.
Ant. Come on: in this there can be no dis-run from this Jew, my master: The fend is at mine
may,

My ships come home a month before the day.

elbow; and tempis me, saving to me, Gebbo, Launcelot Gobbo, good Launceict, cr good Gebbe, or [Exeunt. good Launcelot Gobbo, use your legs, take the start, run away: My conscience says,-no; take heed, honest Launcelot; take heed, honest Gobbo; er, as aforesaid, honest Launcelot Gebbo, do not run; scorn running with thy heels: Well, the most SCENE I.-Belmont. A room in Portia's house, courageous fiend bids ne pack; via! says the Flourish of cornets. Enter the Prince of Mo-fiend: away! says the fiend, for the heavens; rouse rocco, and his train; Portia, Nerissa, and other up a brave mind, says the end, and run. Well, of her attendants.

ACT II.

Mor. Mislike me not for my complexion,
The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sin,
To whom I am a neighbour, and near bred.
Bring me the fairest creat ire northward born,
Where Phoebus' fire scarce thaws the icicles,
And let us make incision for your love,
To prove whose blood is reddest, his or mine.
I tell thee, lady, this aspéct of mine
Hath fear'd the valiant: by my love, I swear,
The best regarded virgins of our clime
Have lov'd it too: I would not change this hue,
Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen.
Por. In terms of choice I am not solely led
By nice direction of a maiden's eyes:
Besides, the lottery of my destiny
Bars me the right of voluntary choosing.
But, if my father had not scanted me,

And hedg'd me by his wit, to yield myself

His wife, who wins me by that means I told you,
Yourself, renowned prince, then stood as fair,
As any comer I have look'd on yet,
For my affection.

Mor.

Even for that I thank you; Therefore, I pray you, lead me to the caskets,

To try my fortune. By this scimitar,

That slew the Sophy, and a Persian prince,

(1) Abide.

(2) Allusion to the eastern custom for lovers to testify their passion by cutting themselves in their mistresses' sight.

my conscience, hanging about the neck of my heart, says very wisely to me,-nay honest friend Launcelot, being an honest man's son,-or rather an honest woman's son ;-for, indeed, my father did something smack, something grow to, he had a kind of taste-well, my conscience says, Launcelot, bulge not; budge, says the fiend; budge net, says my conscience: Conscience, say I, you counsel well; fiend, say I, you counsel well: to be ruled by my conscience, I should stay with the Jew my master, who (God bless the mark!) is a kird of devil; and, to run away from the Jew, I should be ruled by the fiend, who, saving your reverence, is the devil himself: Certainly, the Jew is the very devil incarnation; and, in my conscience, my con science is but a kind of hard conscience, to offer to counsel me to stay with the Jew: The fend gives the more friendly counsel: I will run, fiend; my heels are at your commandment, I will run.

Enter old Gobbo, with a basket. Gob. Master, young man, you, I pray you; which is the way to master Jew's?

Laun. [Aside.] O heavens, this is my true berotten father! who, being more than sand-blind, high-gravel blind, knows me not:-I will try con clusions with him.

Gob. Master young gentleman, I pray you, which is the way to master Jew's?

Laun. Turn up on your right hand, at the next

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turning, but, at the next turning of all, on your Enter Bassanio, with Leonardo, and other fol left; marry, at the very next turning, turn of no hand, but turn down indirectly to the Jew's house. Gob. By God's sontics, 'twill be a hard way to that supper be ready at the farthest by five of the Bass. You may do so;-but let it be so hasted, hit. Can you tell me whether one Launcelot, that clock: See these letters deliver'd; put the liveries dwells with him, dwell with him, or no? to making; and desire Gratiano to come anon to [Exit a servant. my lodging.

Laun. Talk you of young master Launcelot ?Mark me now; [aside.] now will I raise the waters-Talk you of young master Launcelot?

Gob. No master, sir, but a poor man's son; his father, though I say it, is an honest exceeding poor man, and. God be thanked, well to live.

Laun. Well, let his father be what he will, we talk of young master Launcelot.

Laun. To him, father.

Gob. God bless your worship!

Bass. Gramercy; Would'st thou aught with me? Gob. Here's my son, sir, a poor boy,man; that would, sir, as my father shall specify,— Laun. Not a poor boy, sir, but the rich Jew's would say, to serveGob. He hath a great infection, sir, as one

Gob. Your worship's friend, and Launcelot, sir.
Laun. But I pray you ergo, old man, ergo, I be- Laun. Indeed, the short and the long is, I serve
seech you; Talk you of young master Launcelot? the Jew, and I have a desire, as my father shall
Gb. Of Launcelot, an't please your mastership. specify,-

Laun. To be brief, the very truth is, that the

Laan. Ergo, master Launcelot; talk not of Gob. His master and he (saving your worship's mister Launcelot, father; for the young gentleman reverence,) are scarce cater-cousins: (according to fates and destinies, and such odd savings; the sisters three, and such branches of Jew having done me wrong, doth cause me, as my learning,) is, indeed, deceased; or, as you would father, being I hope an old man, shall frutify unto say, in plain terms, gone to heaven.

Gob. Marry, God forbid! the boy was the very staff of my age, my very prop.

Lvin. Do I look like a cudgel, or a hovel-post, a staff, or a prop?-Do you know me, father? Gob. Alack the day, I know you not, young gentleman: but, I pray you, tell me, is my boy (God rest his soul!) alive, or dead?

Lann. Do you not know me, father?

Gob. Alack, sir, I am sand-blind, I know you not. Laua. Nay, indeed, if you had your eyes, you might fail of the kaowing me: it is a wise father! that knows his own chiid. Well, old man, I will tell you news of your son: Give me your blessing: truth will come to light; murder cannot be hid long, a man's son may; but, in the end, truth will out. Gob. Pray you, sir, stand up; I am sure, you are not Launcelot, my boy.

Lem. Pray you, let's have no more fooling about it, but give me your blessing; I am Launcalot, your boy that was, your son that is, your child that shall be.

Gob. I cannot think you are my son. Laun. I know not what I shall think of that: but I am Launcelot, the Jew's man; and, I am sure, Margery, your wife, is my mother.

Gob. Her name is Margery, indeed: I'll be sworn, if thou be Launcelot, thou art mine own flesh and blood. Lord worshipp'd might he be! what a beard hast thou got! thou hast got more hair on thy chin, than Dobbin my thill-horse' has on his tril.

you,

Gob. I have a dish of doves, that I would bestow upon your worship; and my suit is,

Laun. In very brief the suit is impertinent to old man; and, though I say it, though old man, myself, as your worship shall know by this honest yet, poor man, my father.

Bass. One speck for both;-What would you?
Lam. Serve you, sir.

Geb. This is the very defect of the matter, sir.
Bass. I know thee well, thou hast obtained thy
suit:
Shylock, thy master, spoke with me this day,
And hath preferr'd thee, if it be preferment,
To leave a rich Jew's service, to become
The follower of so poor a gentleman.

Laun. The old proverb is very well parted be-
the grace of God, sir, and he hath enough.
tween my meter Shylock and you, sir; you have

Bass. Thou speak'st it well: Go, father, with
thy son:-

Take leave of thy old master, and inquire
My lodging out:-Give him a livery

I

More guarded than his fellows': See it done. [To his followers. Laun. Father, in:-I cannot get a service, no ;have ne'er a tengue in my head.-Well; flockng on his palm.] if any man in Italy have a fairer table, which doth offer to swear upon a book.I shall have good forture; Go to, here's a simple line of life! here's a small trifle of wives: Alas, Lum. It should seem then, that Dobbin's tail fifteen wives is nothing; eleven widows, and nine grows backward; I am sure he had more hair on maids, is a simple coming-in for one man: and histail, than I have on my face, when I last saw him. hen, to 'scape drowning thrice; and to be in peril Gob. Lord, how art thou chang'd! How dost of my life with the core of a feather-bed ;-here thou and thy master agree? I have brought him are simple 'scapes! Well, if fortune be a woman, present; How 'gree you now? she's a good wench for this gear.-Father, come; Lzın. Well, well; but, for my own part, as I'll take my leave of the Jew in the twinking of have set up my rest to run away, so I will not rest till I have run some ground: my master's a very Jew: Give him a present! give him a halter: am famish'd in his service; you may tell every finger I have with my ribs. Father, I am glad you are come; give me your present to one master Bassanio, who, indeed, gives rare new liveries: if I serve not him, I will run as far as God has any ground. O rare fortune! here comes the man;to him, father; for I am a Jew, if I serve the Jew any longer.

(1) Shaft-horse. (2) Ornamented.

an ere.

[Exeunt Larn. end old Gob.
These things being bought, and orderly bestow'd
Bass. I pray thee, rood Leonardo, 'h'nk en thie;
Return in haste, for I do feast te-night
My best-esteem'd acquaintance; hic thee, go.
Leon. My best endeavours shall be done herein.
Enter Gratiano.
Gra. Where is your master?
Leon.

Yonder, sir, he walks.
Exit Leonardo.

(3) The palm of the hand extended.

Gra. Signior Bassanio,-
Bass. Gratiano!

Gra. I have a suit to you.
Bass.

You have obtain❜d it. Gra. You must not deny me; I must go with you to Belmont.

Bass. Why, then you must;-But hear thee,
Gratiano;

Thou art too wild, too rude, and bold of voice ;-
Parts, that become thee happily enough,
And in such eyes as ours appear not faults;
But where thou art not known, why, there they show
Something too liberal;'-pray thee, take pain
To allay with some cold drops of modesty
Thy skipping spirit; lest, through thy wild beha-
viour,

I be misconstrued in the place I go to,
And lose my hopes.

Gra.

Signior Bassanio, hear me:

If I do not put on a sober habit,
Talk with respect, and swear but now and then,
Wear prayer-books in my pocket, look demurely;
Nay more, while grace is saying, hood mine eyes
Thus with my hat, and sigh, and say, amen;
Use all the observance of civility,
Like one well studied in a sad ostent
To please his grandam, never trust me more.
Bass. Well, we shall see your bearing.3

Gra. Nay, but I bar to-night; you shall not gage me

By what we do to-night.

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, I have some business.

[Exeunt.

Gra. And I must to Lorenzo, and the rest;
But we will visit you at supper-time.
SCENE III.-The same. A room in Shylock's
house. Enter Jessica and Launcelot.

Jes. I am sorry thou wilt leave my father so;
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 see
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.

.

Lawn. Adieu!-tears exhibit my tongue.-Most beautiful Pagan,-most sweet Jew! If a Christian do not play the knave, and get thee, I am much deceived: But, adieu! these foolish drops do somewhat drown my manly spirit, adieu!

Jes. Farewell, 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: 0 Lorenzo,
If thou keep promise, I shall end this strife;
Become a Christian, and thy loving wife.

SCENE IV.-The same.

[Exit.

[Exit.

A street. Enter Gratiano, Lorenzo, Salarino, and Salanio. Lor. Nay, we will slink away in 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 torchbearers..

(1) Gross, licentious.

(2) Show of staid and serious demeanour.

Salan. 'Tis vile, unless it may be quaintly or der'd ;

And better, in my mind, not undertook.

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

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.

Gra.

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.Gentlemen, [Exit Launcelot. Will you prepare you for this masque to-night? am provided of a torch-bearer.

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

Lor.
At Gratiano's lodging some hour hence.
Salar. 'Tis good we do so.

Meet me, and Gratiano,

[Exeunt 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, Unless 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. SCENE V.-The same. Before Shylock's house. Enter Shylock and Launcelot.

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!

Laun.
Why, Jessica!
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.

Enter Jessica.

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 loath 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,

(3) Carriage, deportment. (4) Invited.

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