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Enter Shylock and Launcelot. Shy
JELL, thou shalt see, thy eyes shall be thy
Laun. Why, Jessica! I say.
Laun. Your worship was wont to tell me, that I could do nothing without bidding.
Shy. I am bid forth to fupper. Jeffica;
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 masque ; but if you do, then it was not for nothing that my nose fell a bleeding on black Monday last, at fix a clock i'th' morning, falling out that year on Ash-Wednesday was four year in the afternoon.
But stop my
Shy. What! are there masques ? hear you me,
firrah: Say, I will come.
Laun. I will go before, Sir.
[Exit Laun. Shy. What says that fool of Hagar's off-spring, ha? Jef. His words were, farewel, mistress; nothing else.
Shy. The paich is kind enough, but a huge feeder: Snail-llow in profit, but 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 His borrow'd purse. Well, Jesica, go in; Perhaps, I will return immediately; Do, as I bid you. Shut the doors after you ; fast bind, fast find; A proverb never stale in thrifty mind. [Exit.
Jef. Farewel; and if my fortune be not crost, I have a father, you a daughter, loft. [Exit.
S CE NE VII.
The STREET. Enter Gratiano and Salanio in masquerade. Gra. 'HIS is the pent-house, under which Lorenzo desired us to make a stand.
Sal. His hour is almoft paft.
Gra. And it is marvel he out-dwells his hour,
Sal. O, ten times faster Venus' Widgeons fly
Gra. That ever holds. Who riseth from a feast,
Jessica above, in boy's clothes,
Lor. Lorenzo, and thy love.
Jef. Lorenzo certain, and my love, indeed ;
I'm glad, 'tis night, you do not look on me ;
Lor. Descend, for you must be my torch-bearer.
Jef. What must I hold a candle to my shames ?
Lor. So are you; sweet,
Jef. I will make fast the doors, and gild myself
[Exit from above. Gra. Now by my hood, a Gentile, and no Jew.
Lor. Beshrew me, but I love her heartily;
Enter Jessica, to them.
Anth. Fie, Gratiano, where are all the rest?
Basanio presently will go aboard;
Gra. I'm glad on't; I desire no more delight Than to be under fail, and gone to night. (Exeunt.
Enter Portia with Morochius, and both their trains. Por. O, draw aside the curtains, and discover
. Now make your choice. [Three caskets are discover'd.
Mor. The first of gold, which this inscription bears, Who chuseth me, shall gain what many men defre. The second silver, which this promise carries, Who chuseth me, shall get as much as he deserves. This third, dull lead, with warning all as blunt, Who chuseth me, must give and hazard all he hath. How shall I know, if I do chuse the right?
Por. The one of them contains my picture, Prince; If you chuse that, then I am yours withal.
Mor. Some God direct my judgment! let me see, I will survey th' inscriptions back again; What says this leaden casket? Who chuseth me, must give and hazard all he hath. Muft give, for what? for lead ? hazard for lead ? This casket threatens. Men, that hazard all, Do it in hope of fair advantages : A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross ; I'll then not give, nor hazard, aught for lead. What says the filver, with her virgin hue? Who chuseth me, shall get as much as he deserves. As much as he deserves ? pause there, Morochius; And weigh thy value with an even hand. If thou beft rated by thy estimation, Thou dost deserve enough; and yet enough May not extend so far as to the lady;