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Gob. Her name is Margery, indeed : I'll be sworn if thou be Launcelot, thou art mine own flesh and blood. Lord worshipp'd might he be! What a beard hast thou got! Thou, hast got more hair on thy chin, than Dobbin my thill-horse * has on his tail.

Laun. It should seem then that Dobbin's tail grows backward ; I am sure, he had more hair on his tail, than I have on my face, when I last saw him.

Gob. Lord, how art thou changed! How dost thou and thy master agree? I have brought him a present; How 'gree you now?

Laun. Well, well; but, for mine own part, as I have set up my rest to run away, so I will not rest till I have run some ground : my master's a very Jew; give him a present! give him a halter : I am famish'd in his service; you may tell every finger I have with my ribs. Father, 1 am glad you are come ; give me your present to one master Bassanio who, indeed, gives rare new liveries; if I serve not him, I will run as far as God has any ground.-0 rare fortune! here comes the man; to him, father; for I am a Jew, if I serve the Jew any longer. Enter BASSANIO, with LEONARDO, and other

followers. Bass. You may do so ;-but let it be so hasted that supper be ready at the farthest by five of the clock: see these letters deliver'd: put the liveries to making ; and desire Gratiano to come anon to my lodging.

[Exit a Servant. Laun. To him, father. Gob. God bless your worship! Bass. Gramercy ; Wouldst thou aught with me? Gob. Here's my son, Sir, a poor boy,

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

God. He hath a great infection, Sir, as one would say, to serve

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

Gab. His master and he, (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 fa

# Shaft-horse.

ther, being, I hope, on old man, shall frutify unto you,

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

Laun. In very brief, the suit is impertinent to myself, as your worship shall know by this honest old man; and though 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 preferr'd 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 God, Sir, and he hath enough.

Bass. Thou speak'st it well: go, father, with thy Take leave of thy old master, and enquire (son : My lodging out :-Give him a livery

[To his followers. More guarded* than his fellows' : See it done.

Laun. Father, in :-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 t, 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 perif of my life with the edge of a feather-bed ; here are simple 'scapes ! Well, if fortune_be a 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.

[Exeunt Launcelot and old Gobbo. Bass. 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. Leon. My best endeavours shall be done herein.

Enter GRATIANO. Gra. Where is your master ? • Ornamented. The palm of the hand extended,

Leon. Yonder, Sir, he walks. (Esrit Leonardo.
Gra. Signior Bassanio,-
Bass. Gratiano!
Gra. I have a suit to you.
Bass. You have obtain'd it.
Gra. You must not deny me: I must go with you

to Belmont. Bass. 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 be.

haviour, 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.

Bass. Well, we shall see your bearing 1.

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

(me 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.

Gra. And I must lo Lorenzo, and the rest;
But we will visit you at supper tiine. [Exeunt.
SCENE III.-The same.-A Room in SHYLOCK'S

Jes. I am sorry, thou wilt leave my father 80 :
* Gross, licentions.

Show of staid and serious demeanour.
Carriage, deportment.

Our house is hell, and thou, a merry devil,
Didst robit 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. Adien !- 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 somewbat drown iny manly spirit; adieu !

[Exit. Jes. Farewell, good Launcelot. Alack, what heinous sin is it in me, To be ashamed to be my father's child! But though I am a daughter to his blood, I am not to his inanners; O Lorenzo, If thou keep promise, I shall end this strife; Become a Christian, and thy loving wife. [Erit.

SCENE IV.-The same.--A Street.

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 it may be quaintly order'd,
And better, in my mind, not undertook.
Lor. 'Tis now but four o'clock; we have two

hours To farnish us

Enter LAUNCELOT, with a Letter. Priend 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; 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 snp 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.

Lor. Meet ine, 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 di.

rected, How I shall take her from her father's house ; What gold, and jewels, she is furnish'd with; What pages' 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. SCENE V.--The same. Before SHYLOCK's House.

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 !

Laun. 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.

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 :-) am right loth to go;

* Invited.

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