With that keen appetite that he sits down? The scarféd bark puts from her native bay, Salar. ΤΟ 15 Here comes Lorenzo: more of this hereafter. 20 Enter LORENZO. 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, 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, 25 For who love I so much? And now who knows But you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours? 30 Lor. Heaven and thy thoughts are witness that thou art. Jes. Here, catch this casket; it is worth the pains. I am glad 'tis night, you do not look on me, 35 But love is blind and lovers cannot see Lor. Descend, for you must be my torch-bearer. 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; And I should be obscured. Lor. 40 So are you, sweet, 45 Even in the lovely garnish of a boy. But come at once; For the close night doth play the runaway, Jes. I will make fast the doors, and gild myself [Exit above. Gra. Now, by my hood, a Gentile and no Jew. For she is wise, if I can judge of her, Enter JESSICA, below. What, art thou come? On, gentlemen; away! 55 [Exit with Jessica and Salarino Enter ANTONIO. Ant. Who's there? Gra. Signior Antonio! Ant. Fie, fie, 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; 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. SCENE VII. бо 65 [Exeunt. Belmont. A room in PORTIA's house. Flourish of cornets. Enter PORTIA, with the PRINCE Por. Go draw aside the curtains and discover Now make your choice. Mor. The first, of gold, who this inscription bears, Who chooseth me shall gain what many men desire; The second, silver, which this promise carries, "Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves; This third, dull lead, with warning all as blunt, "Who chooseth me must give and hazard all he hath." How shall I know if I do choose the right? Por. The one of them contains my picture, prince: If you choose that, then I am yours withal. Mor. Some god direct my judgement! Let me see; I will survey the inscriptions back again. "Who chooseth me must give and hazard all he hath.” This casket threatens. Men that hazard all |