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Something too liberal ;----pray thee, take pain
To allay with some cold drops of modesty

Thy skipping spirit; lest, through thy wild behaviour, i I be misconstru'd in the place I go to,

And lose my hopes.
Gra. Signior Bassanio, hear me :

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

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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,
I have some business.

Gra. And I must to Lorenzo, and the rest ;
But we will visit you at supper-time,

(Exeunt,

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SCENE III.

SHYLOCK's House. Enter JESSICA and LAUNCELOT.

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Jes. I am sorry, thou wilt leave

my

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.

SCENE

SCENE IV.

The Street. Enter GRATIANO, LORENZO, SALARINO,

and SALANIO.

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.
Sal. We have not spoke us yet of torch-bearers,

Sala. 'Tis vile, unless it may be quaintly ordered;
And better, in my mind, not undertook.
Lor. 'Tis now but four a-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.

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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,
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I will not fail her ;-Speak it privately : go. 301
Gentlemen,
Will you prepare you for this masque to-night ?
I am provided of a torch-bearer, [Exit LAUN.

Sal. Ay, marry, I'll be gone about it straight.
Sala. And so will I.

Lor. Meet me, and Gratiano,
At Gratiano's lodging some hour hence.
Sal. 'Tis good we do so.

[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

my

torch-bearer. [Exeunt,

SCENE V.

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,

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, 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 :

350 Lock

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