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Gob. This is the very defect of the matter, sir.
Laun. The old proverb is very well parted between my master Shylock and you, sir ; you have the grace of God, sir, and he hath enough.
Bass. Thou speak'st it well : Go, father, with thy
Take leave of thy old master, and inquire
(To his followers. More guarded * than his fellows : See it done.
Laun. Father, in :- I cannot get a service, no;I have ne'er a tongue in my head. Well ; [Looking on his palm.] if any man in Italy have a fairer tablet, which doth offer to swear upon a book.--I shall have good fortune; Go to, here's a simple line of life! here's a small trifle of wives : Alas, fifteen wives is nothing; eleven widows, and nine maids, is a simple coming-in for one man: and then, to 'scape drowning thrice ; and to be in peril of my life, with the edge of a feather-bed ;-here are simple 'scapes ! Well, if fortune be a woman, she's a good wench for this gear.-Father, come ; I'll take my leave of the Jew in the twinkling of an eye.
[Exeunt Launcelot and old Gobbo. Bass. I pray thee, good Leonardo, think on this ; These things being bought, and orderly bestow'd, Return in haste, for I do feast to-night My best esteem'd acquaintance; hie thee, go.
Leon. My best endeavours shall be done herein.
* Ornamented. † The palm of the hand extended.
Yonder, sir, he walks.
Exit Leonardo. Gra. Signior Bassanio,-Bass. Gratiano ! Gra. I have a suit to you. Bass.
You have obtained it. Gra. You must not deny me; I must go with you to Belmont. Bass. Why, then you must;- but hear thee, Gra
Signior Bassanio, hear me:
Bass. Well, we shall see your bearing f.
By what we do to-night.
No, that were pity ;
* Gross, licentious. f Show of staid and serious demeanour.
I Carriage, deportment.
Gra. And I must to Lorenzo, and the rest; But we will visit you at supper-time. Exeunt.
A room in Shylock's house.
Enter Jessica aud Launcelot.
Laun. 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 !
[Erit. 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. [Erit.
Enter Gratiano, Lorenzo, Salarino, and Salanio. Lor. Nay, we will slink away in supper-time;
Disguisé us at my lodging, and return
Gra. We have not made good preparation.
Salan. 'Tis vile, unless it may be quaintly order'd; And better, in my mind, not undertook.
Lor. 'Tis now but four a-elock; 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;
Love-news, in faith.
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? I am provided of a torch-bearer.
Salar. Ay, marry, I'll be gone about it straight.
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,-
Enter Shylock and Launcelot.
Why, Jessica !
Laun. Your worship was wont to tell me, I could do nothing without bidding.
Shy. I am bid* forth to supper, Jessica;
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,