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Lock up my doors; and when you hear the drum,
Laun. I will go before, sir.
There will come a Christian by,
[Exit LAUN. Shy. What says that fool of Hagar's offspring, ha ? Jes. His words were, Farewel, mistress; nothing
else. Shy. The patch is kind enough ; but a huge
Jes. Farewel; and if my fortune be not crost,
Enter GRATIANO, and SALANIO, in
Gra. This is the pent-house, under which Lorenzo Desir'd us to make stand.
381 Sal. His hour is almost past.
Gra. And it is marvel he out-dwells his hour, For lovers ever run before the clock.
Sal. O, ten times faster Venus' pigeons fly To seal love's bonds new made, than they are
wont, To keep obliged faith unforfeited!
Gra. That ever holds: Who riseth from a feast, With that keen appetite that he sits down? Where is the horse, that doth untread again 390 His tedious measures with the unbated fire That he did pace them first ? all things that are; Are with more spirit chased than enjoy’d. How like a younker, or a prodigal, The skarfed bark puts from her native bay, Hugg’d and embraced by the strumpet wind! How like a prodigal doth she return ; With over-weather'd ribs, and ragged sails, Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind !
Şal. Here comes Lorenzo ;-more of this here. after.
400 Lor. Sweet friends, your patience for my long
abode; Not I, but my affairs, have made you wait : When
you shull please to play the thieves for wives,
JESSICA above, in Boy's Clothes.
Lor. Lorenzo, and thy love.
Jes. Lorenzo, certain; and my love, indeed ;
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;
423 And I should be obscur'd.
Lor. So are you, sweet,-
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 :
433 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; Our masquing mates by this time for us stay. 440
[Exit, with JESSICA, 30.
Anth. Who's there?
'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 you.
Gra. I am glad on't; I desire no more delight, Than to be under sail, and gone to night. [Exeunt.
Enter Portia, with the Prince of Morocco,
and both their Trains.
Por. Go, draw aside the curtains, and discover The several caskets to this noble prince :Now make
choice. Mor. The first, of gold, who this inscription
Who chuseth me, shall gain what many men desire.
460 If you chuse 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?