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Yonder, sir, he walks.
You have obtain'd it.
Signior Bassanio, hear me:
Bass. Well, we shall see your bearing 1.
By what we do to-night.
* Gross, licentious.
No, that were pity;
Cra. And I must to Lorenzo, and the rest;
The same. A room in Shylock's house.
Enter Jessica and Launcelot.
Jes. I am sorry thou wilt leave my father so;
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 des ceived: But, adieu! these foolish drops do some what drown my manly spirit; adieu !
(Ezit. 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.
The same. A street.
Enter Gratiano, Lorenzo, Salarino, and Salanio.
Lor. Nay, we will slink away in supper-time;
Gra. We have not made good preparation.
Salan. 'Tis vile, unless it may be quaintly order'd;
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 à fair hand;
Love-news, in faith,
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,
Salar. Ay, marry, I'll be gone about it straight.
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.
The same. Before Shylock's house.
Enter Shylock and Launcelot.
Why, Jessica !
Laun. Your worship was wont to tell me, I could do nothing without bidding.
Enter Jessica. Jes. Call you? What is your will?
, and Gratiam
Shy. I am bid* forth to supper, Jessica;
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
I will go before, sir.
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,