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To please his grandam, never trust me more.

Bass. Well, we shall see your bearings

Gra. Nay, but I bar to-night; you shall not gage me
By what we do to-night.

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. [Ereunt.


The same.

A Room in Shylock's House.

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Jes. I am sorry, thou wilt leave


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 sec
Lorenzo, who is thy new master's guest :
Give him this letter; do it secretly,
And so farewell; I would not have my

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! [Erit.

5 Carriage, deportment.

Jes. Farewell, good Launcelot -
Alack, what heinous sin is it in me,
To be asham'd 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.


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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 torch-bearers.

Salan. 'Tis vile, unless iť may be quaintly order'd; And better, in my mind, not undertook.

Lor. 'Tis now but four a-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 3 And whiter than the paper it writ on, Is the fair hand that writ. Gra.

Love-news, in faith.

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,

[Exit LAUNCELOT. Will you prepare you for this masque to-night? I am provided of a torch-bearer.

Salar. Ay, marry, I'll be gone about it straight.
Salan. And so will I.

Meet me, and Gratiano,
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 directed, 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. Come, go with me; peruse this, as thou goest: Fair Jessica shall be my torch-bearer. {Exeunt.

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Shy. Well, thou shalt see, thy eyes shall be thy

The difference of old Shylock and Bassanio :-
What, Jessica!-thou shalt not gormandize,
As thou hast done with me;- What, Jessica !-
And sleep and snore, and rend apparel out;-
Why, Jessica, I say!

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.

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 loth 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.

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Shy. So do I his.

Laun. And they have conspired together, I will not say, you shall see a masque; 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 masques ? Hear you me,

Jessica : Lock up my doors; and when you hear the drum, And the vile squeaking of the wry-neck'd fife, Clamber not you up to the casements then, Nor thrust your head into the publick street, To gaze on Christian fools with varnish'd faces : But stop my house's ears, I mean my casements; Let not the sound of shallow foppery enter My sober house.-By Jacob's staff, I swear, I have no mind of feasting forth to-night: But I will go.-Go you before me, sirrah; Say, I will come. Laun.

I will go before, sir. Mistress, look out at window, for all this ;

There will come a Christian by,

Will be worth a Jewess' eye. [Exit Laun. Shy. What says that fool of Hagar's offspring, ha? Jes. His words were, Farewell, mistress; nothing

else. Shy. The patch is kind enough; but a huge feeder. Snail-slow in profit, and he sleeps by day More than the wild cat; drones hive not with me; Therefore I part with him; and part with him To one that I would have him help to waste

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