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Pray thee, take pain
Something too liberal.
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
By what we do to-night.
Gra. And I must to Lorenzo, and the rest; But we will visit you at supper-time.
2 Grave appearance.
A room in Shylock's house.
Jes. I am sorry, thou wilt leave my father so:
And so farewell: I would not have my father
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.—
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.
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.
Will you prepare you for this mask to-night?
Salar. Ay, marry, I'll be gone about it straight
[Exeunt Salar. and Salan. Gra. Was not that letter from fair Jessica ? Lor. I must needs tell thee all. She hath di
How I shall take her from her father's house;
Meet me and Gratiano,
Come, go with me; peruse this, as thou goest:
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,
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.
Jes. Call you? What is your will?
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 :