Which makes me think that this Anthonio, The Husbandry and Manage of my House, Until her Husband and my Lord's return. you The which my Love and fome Neceffity Now lays upon you. Lor. Madam, with all my Heart, I fhall obey you in all fair Commands. Lor. Fair Thoughts and happy Hours attend on you. Por. I thank you for your Wifh, and am well pleas'd And look what Notes and Garments he doth give thee, Which trades to Venice: Wafte no time in Words, But get thee gone; I shall be there before thee. Bal. Madam, I go with all convenient speed. [Exit. Por. Por. Come on, Neriffa, I have Work in hand That you yet know not of: We'll see our Husbands Before they think of us? Ner. Shall they fee us? Por. They fhall, Neriffa; but in fuch a Habit, And wear my Dagger with the braver Grace, Then Men fhall fwear I have difcontinued School Ner. Why, fhall we turn to Men ? But come, I'll tell thee all my whole Device [Exeunt. When I am in my Coach, which ftays for us At the Park Gate; and therefore hafte away, For we must measure Twenty Miles to day. Enter Launcelot and Jeffica. Laun. Yes, truly: For look you, the Sins of the Father are to be laid upon the Children; therefore, I promise you, I fear you. I was always plain with you; and fo now I fpeak my Agitation of the Matter: Therefore be of good cheer; for truly I think you are Damn'd: There is but one hope in it that can do you any good, and that is but a kind of Baftard-hope neither. Jef. And what hope is that, I pray thee? Laun. Marry you may partly hope that you not, that you are not the Jew's Daughter. your Father got Jef. That were a kind of Baftard-hope indeed; fo the Sins of my Mother should be vifited upon me. Laun. Truly then I fear you are Damn'd both by Father and Mother: Thus when you fhun Sylla, your Father, you fall into Charibdis, your Mother: Well, you are gone both ways. Jef. I fhall be faved by my Husband; he hath made me a Chriftian. Laun. Truly the more to blame he; we were Christians enough before, e'en as many as could well live one by another: This making of Chriftians will raife the Price of Hogs; if we grow all to be Pork-eaters, we shall not fhortly have a Rafher on the Coals for Mony. Enter Lorenzo. Jef. I'll tell my Husband, Launcelot, what you fay: Here he comes. Lor. I fhall grow Jealous of you fhortly, Launcelot, if thus you get my Wife into Corners. Jef. Nay, you need not fear us, Lorenzo; Launcelot and I are out; he tells me flatly, there is no Mercy for me in Heav'n, because I am a Jew's Daughter: And he says, you are no good Member of the Commonwealth; for in converting Jews to Chriftians, you raife the Price of Pork. Lor. I fhall anfwer that better to the Commonwealth than you can the getting up of the Negro's Belly: The Moor is with Child by you, Launcelot. Laun. It is much that the Moor fhould be more than Reafon: But if he be less than an honest Woman, fhe is indeed more than I took her for. Lor. How every Fool can play upon the Word! I think the best Grace of Wit will shortly turn into Silence, and Dif course grow commendable in none only but Parrats. Go in, Sirrah, bid them prepare for Dinner. Laun. That is done, Sir; they have all Stomachs. Lor. Goodly Lord, what a Wit-fnapper are you! Then bid them prepare Dinner. Laun. That is done too, Sir; only Cover is the word. Laun. Not fo, Sir, neither; I know my Duty. Lor. Yet more quarrelling with occafion! wilt thou shew the whole Wealth of thy Wit in an inftant? I pray thee understand a plain Man in his plain Meaning: Go to thy Fellows bid them cover the Table, ferve in the Meat, and we will come in to Dinner. Laun Laun. For the Table, Sir, it fhall be ferved in; for the Is reafon he fhould never come to Heav'n. Hath not her Fellow. Lor. Even fuch a Husband Haft thou of me, as the is for a Wife. Jef. Nay, but ask my Opinion too of that. Jef. Well, I'll fet A C T IV. SCENE I. Venice. Enter the Duke, the Senators, Anthonio, Baffanio, and Gratiano. Duke. WHAT, is Anthonio here? Ant. Ready, fo please your Grace. Duke. I am forry for thee; thou art come to answer A A ftony Adverfary, an inhuman Wretch, From any dram of Mercy. Ant. I have heard Your Grace hath ta'en great pains to qualifie His rigorous Course; but fince he ftands obdurate, Duke. Go one and call the Jew into the Court. Duke. Make room, and let him ftand before our Face. Which is a Pound of this poor Merchant's Flesh. We all expect a gentle Anfwer, Jew. Shy. I have poffefs'd your Grace of what I purpose, To have the Due and Forfeit of my Bond. Upon your Charter, and your City's Freedom. What |