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The follower of so poor a gentleman.
Laun. The old proverb is very well parted between my master Shylock and you, fir; you have the
grace of god, fir, and he hath
Baff. Thou fpeak'ft it well: go, father, with thy fon; Take leave of thy old mafter, and inquire
My lodging out; give him a livery,
More guarded than his fellows: fee it done.
Laun. Father, in; I cannot get a service, no? I have ne'er a tongue in my head? well, if any man in Italy have a fairer table which doth offer to fwear upon a book, I shall have good fortune— go to, here's a fimple line of life; here's a small trifle of wives; alas, fifteen wives is nothing; eleven widows and nine maids is a fimple coming in for one man! and then, to 'fcape drowning thrice, and to be in peril of my life with the edge of a featherbed; here are fimple 'fcapes! well, if fortune be a woman, fhe's a good wench for this geer. Father, come; I'll take my leave of the Jew in the twinkling of an [Ex. Laun. and Gob. Baff. I pray thee, good Leonardo, think on this; These things being bought, and orderly bestowed, Return in hafte, for I do feaft to-night
My best esteem'd acquaintance; hie thee, go.
Gra. Nay, you must not deny me; I must go
Baff. Why, then you must: but hear thee, Grațiano,
And in fuch eyes as ours appear not faults;
But where thou art not known, why there they show
Thy skipping fpirit, left through thy wild behaviour
Gra. Signior Baffanio, hear me.
If I do not put on a sober habit,
Talk with respect, and swear but now and then,
Like one well study'd in a fad oftent
To please his grandam; never trust me more.
Gra. Nay, but I bar to-night; you shall not gage me
Baff. No, that were pity:
I would entreat you rather to put on
Your boldest fuit of mirth, for we have friends
That purpose merriment: but fare you well,
I have fome business.
Enter Jeffica, and Launcelot.
Jef. T'M forry, thou wilt leave my father fo,
Didft rob it of fome tafte of tediousness;
But fare thee well; there is a ducat for thee.
And fo farewel: I would not have
Laun. Adieu; tears exhibit my tongue, most beautiful pagan, most sweet Jew! if a christian did not play the knave, and get thee, I am much deceived; but, adieu; these foolish drops do fomewhat drown my manly spirit: adieu.
Jef. Farewel, good Launcelot.
Enter Gratiano, Lorenzo, Solarino, and Salanio.
AY, we will flink away in fupper-time, disguise us at my lodging, and return all in an hour.
Gra. We have not made good preparation.
Sal. We have not spoke as yet of torchbearers.
And better, in my mind, not undertook.
Lor. 'Tis now but four o'clock, we have two hours To furnish us. Friend Launcelot, what's the news?
Enter Launcelot with a letter.
Laun. An it fhall please you to break up this, it shall feem to fignify.
Lor. I know the hand; in faith, 'tis a fair hand;
And whiter than the paper that it writ on
Is the fair hand that writ.
Gra. Love-news, in faith.
Laun. By your leave, fir.
Lor. Whither goest thou?
Laun. Marry, fir, to bid my old mafter the Jew to fup to-night with my new mafter the chriftian.
Lor. Hold, here, take this; tell gentle Jeffica
I will not fail her; fpeak it privately.
Go, gentlemen, will you prepare for th' mask to-night?
I am provided of a torchbearer.
Sal. Ay, marry, I'll be gone about it straight.
Sola. And fo will I.
Lor. Meet me, and Gratiano,
At Gratiano's lodging some hour hence.
Sal. 'Tis good we do so.
Gra. Was not that letter from fair Jeffica?
Lor. I muft needs tell thee all: fhe hath directed
How I fhall take her from her father's house,
Enter Shylock, and Launcelot.
Shy. The difference of old Shylock and Baffanio.
thou shalt not gormandize
As thou haft done with me- - what, Jeffica!
Laun. Why, Jeffica!
Shy. Who bids thee call? I did not bid thee call.
Laun. Your worship was wont to tell me, I could do nothing without bidding.
Jef. Call you? what is your will?
Shy. I am bid forth to fupper, Jeffica;
There are my keys: but wherefore fhould I go?
But yet I'll go in hate, to feed upon
Laun. I beseech you, fir, go; my young master doth expect your reproach.
Shy. So do I his.
Laun. And they have confpired together, I will not fay, you shall see a mask; but if you do, then it was not for nothing that my nose fell a bleeding on black monday laft, at fix o'clock i' th' morning, falling out that year on ash-wednesday was four year in the afternoon.
Shy. What are these masks? Hear you me, Jeffica, up my doors, and when you hear the drum,