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Laun. The old proverb is very well parted between my master Shylock and you, fir ; you have the wit, sir, and he has the monies. Bass. Thou speak'st it well: Go, father, with

thy fon : Take leave of thy old master, and enquire My lodging out: Give him a livery

[TO LEONARDO. 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, which doth offer to swear upon a book, I shall have a 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, the's a good wench for this geer.--Father come; I'll take my leave of the Jew in the twinkling of an eye. (Exeunt LAUNC. and Old Gobbo. Bass. I pray thee, good Leonardo, think on

this ; These things being bought, and orderly bestow'd, Return in hafte, for I do feast to-night My best esteem'd acquaintance; hie thee, go.


Gra. Where is your master ?

Leon. Yonder, sir, he walks. (Exit Leon.
Gra. Signor Bassanio.....
Bass. Gratiano!
Gra. I have a suit to you.

Bass. You have obtained 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 how .

., Something too liberal ;---pray thee, take pain T'allay with some cold drops of modesty Thy skipping spirit; left, through thy wild be

I be misconstru'd in the place I go to,
And lose my hopes.

Gra. Signor Bassanio, hear me : :
If I do not put on a sober habit,
Talk with respect, and swear but now and then,


Use all th' observance of civility,
Like one well studied in a fad oftent
To please his grandam, never trust me more.

Bass. 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;
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 to Lorenzo, and the rest ; .. But we will visit you at supper-time.

Exeunt Bass and GRA.


Shylock's House. Eiter Jessica and LAUNCELOT. .. Jes. I'm sorry, thou wilt leave my father so ; Our house is hell, and thou, a merry devil, Didst rob it of some taste of tediousness : But fare thee well; there is a ducat for thee. And, Launcelot, soon at fupper shalt thou see Lorenzo, who is thy new master's gueft: ....'

Give him this letter ;----do it fecretly: 'n
And so farewell; I would not have my father
See me talk with thee.'

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 deceived: But, adieu! these foolish drops do somewhat drown my manly spirit ; adieu !

(Exit LAUN. Jes. Farewell, good Launcelot.com Alack, what heinous fin 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.

[Exit Jess.


A Street in Venice. Enter SALARINO, SOLANIO, GRATIANO and

LORENZO. 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. i


Sala. We have not spoke as yetof torch-bearers.

Sol. 'Tis vile, unless it may be quaintly or. dered ; And better, in my mind, not undertook. Lur. 'Tis now but four o'clock; we have two

hours To furnish us:

Enter LAUNCELOT. Friend Launcelot, what's the news? Laun. An it shall please you to break up this, it shall seem to lignity, (Gives Lorenzo a letter.)

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, fir.

Lor. Whither goest thou? 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.

(Exit Laun. Gentlemen, Will you prepare you for this masque to-night? I am provided of a torch-bearer.



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