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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, o serve
Laun. Indeed, the short and the long is, I serve the Jew; and I have a desire, as my father shall specify
Gob. 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 father, being I hope an old man, shall fructify unto you,
Gob. I have here a dish of doves, that I would bestow apon your worship; and my suit is
Laun. In very grief, the suit is impertinent to myself, as 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?
Bass. I know thee well, thou hast obtain'd thy suit:
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
son :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. U. 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 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 back ground
I pray thee, good Leonardo, think on this ;
Enter GRATIANO, L.
[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:
Gra. Signior Bassanio, hear me
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 ;
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.
Laun. (R. C.) Adieu !-tears exhibit my tongue. Most beautiful 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 shall 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. Gia. (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, what's 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.
Sol. (L.) Ay, marry, I'll be gone about it straight.
Lor. (c.) Meet me and Gratiano,
i [Exeunt Salurino and Solanio, L. Gra. Was not that letter from fair Jessica ?
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 ggest : Fair Jessica shall be my torch-bearer. [Exeunt, R.
SCENE IV.-Shylock's House. SHYLOCK sitting at a Table and LAUNCELOT attending,
Laun. Why, Jessica !
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 ;
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 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 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