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Clamber not you up to the casements then,
Shy. What says that fool of Hagar's offspring, ha? Jes. His words were, Farewell, 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 His borrowed purse. Well, Jessica, go in ; Perhaps, I will return immediately; Do, as I bid you,
Shut doors after you: Fast bind, fast find;
Jes. Farewell; and if my fortune be not crost,
6 The patch-A term for a fool.
Enter GRATIANO and SALARINO, masqued. Gra. This is the pent-house, under which Lorenzo Desir'd us to make stand.
-His hour is almost past.
Gra. And it is marvel he out-dwells his hour, For lovers ever run before the clock.
Salar. O, ten times faster Venus' pigeons fly
Gra. That ever holds: who riseth from a feast,
The scarfed bark' puts from her native bay,
Salar. Here comes Lorenzo; more of this hereafter.
Lor. Sweet friends, your patience for my long abode; Not I, but my affairs, have made you wait; When you shall please to play the thieves for wives, I'll watch as long for you then. - Approach; Here dwells my father Jew: Ho! who's within?
Enter 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, But you, Lorenzo, whither I am yours?
scarfed bark-1 i. e. the vessel decorated with flags.
Lor. Heaven, and thy thoughts, are witness that thou
Jes. Here, catch this casket; it is worth the pains.
Lor. Descend, for you must be my torch-bearer.
And I should be obscur'd.
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,
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: 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;
[Exit with JESSICA and SALARINO.
Ant. Who's there?
Gra. Signior Antonio?
Ant. Fye, fye, Gratiano! where are all the rest? '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
Gra. I am glad on't; I desire no more delight, Than to be under sail, and gone to-night.
Belmont. A Room in Portia's House.
Flourish of Cornets. Enter PORTIA, with the Prince of Morocco, and both their Trains.
Por. Go, draw aside the curtains, and discover
Mor. The first, of gold, who this inscription bears;—
Por. The one of them contains my picture, prince; If you choose 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?
Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he hath.
A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross;
What says the silver, with her virgin hue?
In graces, and in qualities of breeding;
To stop the foreign spirits; but they come
One of these three contains her heavenly picture.
Is't like, that lead contains her? "Twere damnation,
To think so base a thought: it were too gross
To rib-] i. e. inclose, as the ribs inclose the viscera.