"M forry, thou wilt leave my father fo; And fo farewel: I would not have my father Laun. Adieu!———-Tears exhibit my tongue. [afide. Most beautiful Pagan,moft sweet Jew! if a chriftian did not play the knave and get thee, I am much deceiv'd. But, adieu! thefe foolish drops do fomewhat drown my manly fpirit: adieu! Jef. Farewel, good Launcelot, [Exit. [Exit. Enter Gratiano, Lorenzo, Solarino, and Salanio, Lor. NAY, we will flink away in fupper time, dif an hour. guife us at my lodging, and return all in Gra. Gra. We have not made good preparation. Sal. We have not fpoke as yet of torch-bearers. Sola. 'Tis vile, unless it may be quaintly ordered, And better in my mind not undertook. 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 fhall pleafe you to break up this, it fhall feem to fignifie. 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. Marry, Sir, to bid my old mafter the Jew to fup to night with my new mafter the chriftian. Lor. Hold, here, take this.Tell gentle Jeffica, I will not fail her. Speak it privately. Go.-Gentlemen, will you prepare for this masque to night? I am provided of a torch-bearer. [Exit Laun. Sal. Ay marry, I'll be gone about it ftrait. Sola. And fo will I. Lor. Meet me, and Gratiano, Sal. 'Tis good we do so. At Gratiano's lodging fome hour hence. [Exit. Gra. Was not that letter from fair Jessica? Lor. I must needs tell thee all. She hath directed, How I fhall take her from her father's house; Un Unlefs fhe doth it under this excuse, That she is iffue to a faithlefs Jew. Come, go with me; peruse this, as thou goest. [Exeunt. Sby.WELL, thou shalt see, thy eyes shalt be thy judge, Laun. Why, Jeffica! Shy. Who bids thee call? I did not bid thee call. Laun. Your worship was wont to tell me, that I could do nothing without bidding. Enter Jeffica, Jef. Call you? what is your will? Laun. I befeech you, Sir, go; my young master doth expect your reproach. Shy. So do I his. Laun. Laun. And they have confpired together. I will not fay, you shall fee a mafque; but if you do, then it was not for nothing that my nofe fell a bleeding on black Monday laft, at fix a clock i' th' morning, falling out that year on Afb-Wednesday was four year in the afternoon. Sky. What are there mafques? Hear you me, Lock up my doors; and when you hear the drum, * Laun. I will go before, Sir. Mistress, look out at window, for all this; [Exit Laun Shy. What fays that fool of Hagar's off-fpring, ha? Jef. His words were, Farewel, Mistress; nothing elfe. Shy. The patch is kind enough, but a huge feeder; Snail-flow in profit: but he fleeps by day More than the wild-cat; drones hive not with me, Shut the doors after you; faft bind, fast find ; Jef. Farewels and if my fortune be not croft, I have a father, you a daughter, loft. [Exit. SCENE SCENE VII. The STREET. Enter Gratiano and Salanio in Mafquerade. Gra. This is the pent-house, under which Lorenzo defired us to make a stand. Sal. His hour is almost past. Gra. And it is marvel he out- dwells his hour, For lovers ever run before the clock. Sal. O, ten times fafter Venus' pigeons fly To feal love's bonds new made, than they are wont Gra. That ever holds. Who rifeth from a feast, the fame joke in fpeaking of the prefbyterians. Th' apoftles of this fierce reli- Like Mahomet's, were afs and Mahomet's afs or rather mule was I believe the Poet wrote as the Editor have printed. How it is fo very high humour to call lovers Widgeons rather than Pigeons I cannot find. Lovers have i poetry been alway called Turtles, or Doves, which in tower language may be Pigeon, How E e |