Pray thee, take pain

Something too liberal.
To allay with some cold drops of modesty
Thy skipping spirit; lest, through thy wild beha-

vior,

I be misconstrued in the place I go to,

And lose my hopes.

Signior Bassanio, hear me :

Gra. 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 2

To please his grandam, never trust me more.

Bas. 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.

Bas.
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.

1 Licentious.
3 Deportment.

[Exeunt.

2 Grave appearance.

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.

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! [Exit.

Jes. Farewell, good Launcelot.—
Alack, what heinous sin is it in me,
To be ashamed 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 IV.

The same. 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.

Salan. "Tis vile, unless it may be quaintly order'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.

Love-news, in faith.

Gra.
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,

Will you prepare you for this mask to-night?
I am provided of a torch-bearer.

[Exit Laun.

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.

[Exeunt Salar. and Salan. Gra. Was not that letter from fair Jessica ? Lor. I must needs tell thee all. She hath di

rected,

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.

Meet me and Gratiano,

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 gormandise,
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 mask; 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 masks? Hear you me, Jessica :