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Laun. Not a poor boy, sir, but the rich Jew's man; hat would, sir, as my father shall specify

Gob. He hath a great infection, sir, as one would say,

Laun. Indeed, the short and the long is, I serve the Jew; and I have a desire, as my father shall specify~

Gób. His master and hé (saving your worship’s reverence) are scarce cater-cousins.

Laun. To be brief, the very truth is, that the Jew having done me wrong, doth cause me, as my father, being I hope an old man, shall fructify unto you

Gob. I have here a dish of doves, that I would bestow ipon your worship; and my suit is—

Laun. In very grief, the suit is impertinent to myself, is your worship shall know by this honest old man; and, chough I say it, though old man, yet, poor man, my father.

Bass. One speak for both—What would you?
Laun. Serve you, sir.
Gob. This is the very defect of the matter, sir.
Bass. I know thee well, thou hast obtain'd thy suit:
Shylock, thy master, spoke with me this day,
And hath preferred thee; if it be preferment,
To leave a rich Jew's service to become
The follower of so poor a gentleman.

Laun. The old proverb is very well parted between my master Shylock and you, sir; you have the grace of heaven, sir, and he hath enough.

Bass. Thou speak’st it well: go, father, with thy
Take leave of thy old master, and inquire
My lodging out.-Give him a livery [To Leonardo.
More guarded than his fellows; see it done.

[Bassanio retires up the Stage with Leonardo,- Old

Gobbo goes in L. V. E. Laun. (c.) Father, in : [Crosses to L.] I cannot get a service, no ;--I have ne'er a tongue in my head.- Well, [Looking on his palm] if any man in Italy have a fairer table, which doth offer to swear upon a book.-I shall have good fortune; go to, here's a simple line of life! here's a small trifle of wives : alas, fifteen wives is nothing: eleven widows, and nine maids, is a simple coming-in for one man: and then, to 'scape drowning thrice; and to be in peril of my life with the edge of a feather bed; here are simple 'scapes! Well, if fortune be a

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woman, she's a good wench, for this gear.- Father, come; I'll take my leave of the Jew in the twinkling of an eye.

[Exit Launcelot, L. D. F. Bass. (Advancing with Leonardo, from buck ground

I pray thee, good Leonardo, think on this ;
These things being bought, and orderly bestow'd,
Return in haste, for I do feast to-night
My best esteem'd acquaintance: hie thee, go.

Enter GRATIANO, L.
Gra. (R. C.) Where is your master ?
Leon. Yonder, sir, he walks.

[Exit, R. Gra. Signior Bassanio.Bass. (L.) Gratiano! Gra. I have a suit to you. Bass. (L. c.) You have obtain'd it.

Gra. You must not deny me; I must go with you to Belmont.

Bass.(c) Why then, you must:--but hear thee, Gratiano:
Thou art too wild, too rude, and bold of voice ;-
Parts, that become thee happily enough,
And in such eyes as ours appear not faults ;
But where thou art not known, why, there they shew
Something too liberal ; pray thee, take pain
To allay with some cold drops of modesty
Thy skipping spirit; lest, through thy wild behaviour,
I be misconstrued in the place I go to,
And lose my hopes.

Gra. Signior Bassanio, hear me
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
To please his grandam, never trust me more.

Bas. Well, we shall see your bearing.

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

Bass. 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.

[Exit. L. Gra. And I must to Lorenzo, and the rest; But we will visit you at supper-time.

[Exit, R. SCENE II.-Shylock's House.

Enter Jessica and LAUNCELOT, L.
Jess. (c.) 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. (R. C.) Adieu !-tears exhibit my tongue. Most beautifúl Pagan, most sweet Jew! (R.) If a Christian did not play the knave, and get thee, I am much deceiv'd :-but, adieu : these foolish drops do somewhat drown my manly spirit; adieu ! [Exit, R.

Jess. (R. C.) 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 : 0, Lorenzo, If thou keep promise, I shalí end this strife; Become a Christian, and thy loving wife. [Exit, L

SCENE III. A Street in Venice. Enter SALARINO, SOLANIO, GRATIANO, and LORENZO, R.

Lor. (R.) Nay, we will slink away in supper-time;
Disguise us at my lodging, and return
All in an hour.

Gra. (c.) We have not made good preparation.
Sol. (c.) We have not spoke us yet of torch-bearers.

Sal. (R. C.) 'Tis vile, unless it may be quaintly ordered ; And better, in my mind, not undertook.

Lor. 'Tis now but four o'clock; we have two hours To furnish us :

Enter LAUNCELOT, L. Friend Launcelot, whats the news ?

Laun. An it shall please you to break up this, it shall seem to signify. (Gives Lorenzo a letter ;-retires, L.

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.

Gra. Love news, in faith.
Laun. By your leave, sir.

(Crossing. Lor. Whither goest thou ?

Laun. (R.) Marry, sir, to bid my old master, the Jew, to sup to-night with my new master, the Christian.

Lor. (R. C.) Hold here, take this: tell gentle Jessica, I will not fail her; (R.) speak it privately, go.

[Turns round-exit Launcelot, R.
Gentlemen,
Will you prepare you for this masque to-night?
I am provided of a torch-bearer.

Sol. (L.) Ay, marry, I'll be gone about it straight.
Sal. And so will I.

Lor. (c.) Meet me and Gratiano,
At Gratiano's lodging, some hour hence.
Sal. (L.) 'Tis good we do so.

[Exeunt Salurino and Solanio, L.
Gra. Was not that letter from fair Jessica i
Lor. I must neds 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.
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, r.

SCENE IV.-Shylock's House. SHYLOCK sitting at a Table and LAUNCELOT attending,

discovered.
Shy. Well, thou shalt see, thy eyes shall be thy judge,
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!

Laun. Why, Jessica !
Shy. Who bids thee call ? [Rising.] I do not bid thee

call.

Laun. Your worship was wont to tell me, I could do nothing without bidding.

[Goes back. Enter JESSICA, L. Jess. (L. c.) 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. [Advances, R. c.] I beseech you, sir, go; my young master doth expect your reproach.

Shy. So do I his. Laun. (R. C.) 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 iast, 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 public 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. (R.) 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. R. Shy. What says that fool of Hagar's offspring, ha? Jes. His words were, Farewell, mistress; nothing else.

Shy. (R.) 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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