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BEFORE SHYLOCK'S HOUSE.
Enter Shylock and Launcelot.
Laun. Your worship was wont to tell me, I could do nothing without bidding.
Enter Jessica. 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.
Shy. So do I his.
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.-
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
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
His borrow'd purse.-Well, Jessica, go in;
Jes. Farewel; and if my fortune be not crost,
SC E N E VI.
Enter Gratiano, and Salarino, masqued. Gra. This is the pent-house, under which Lo
renzo Desir'd us to make stand. Salar.
His hour is almost past. Gra. And it is marvel he out-dwells his hour, For lovers ever run before the clock.
Salar. 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 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 scarfed bark puts from her native bay, Hugg’d and embraced by the strumpet wind !
How like a prodigal doth she return;
Salar. Here comes Lorenzo ;-more of this here
after. Lor. Sweet friends, your patience for my long
abode; Not I, but my affairs, have made you wait: When you shall please to play the thieves for wives, I'll watch as long for you then.—Approach; Here dwells my father Jew:--Ho! who's within?
Enter Jessica above, in boy's clothes. Jes. Who are you? Tell me, for more certainty, Albeit I'll swear that I do know your tongue.
Lor. Lorenzo, and thy love.
Jes. Lorenzo, certain; and my love, indeed; For who love I so much? And now who knows, But you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours? Lor. Heaven, and thy thoughts, are witness that
thou art. Jes. Here, catch this casket; it is worth the
Lor. Descend, for you must be my
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:
Enter Jessica, below. . What, art thou come?-On, gentlemen, away; Our masquing mates by this time for us stay.
[Exit, with Jessica and Salarino,
Ant. Fie, fie, Gratiano! where are all the rest? 'Tis nine o'clock; our friends all stay for you:No masque to-night; the wind is come about,