Enter LAUNCELOT, with a letter. Friend 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. Lor. Whither goest thou? Laun. Marry, Sir, to bid my old master the Jew to sup tonight with my new master the Christian. Lor. Hold here, take this: tell gentle Jessica, I will not fail her;-speak it privately; go.- [Exit LAUNCELOT. Will you prepare you for this masque to-night? Salar. Ay, marry, I'll be gone about it straight. Lor. Meet me, 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 directed, Come, go with me; peruse this, as thou goest: [Exeunt. SCENE V-The same. Before SHYLOCK's House. Enter SHYLOCK and LAUNCELOT. Shy. Well, thou shalt see, thy eyes shall be thy judge. The difference of old Shylock and Bassanio: What, Jessica! thou shalt not gormandize, As thou hast done with me;-What, Jessica!- 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: Laun. I beseech you, Sir, go; my young master doth expect your reproach. Shy. So do I his. Laun. 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 in the afternoon. Shy. What are there masques? Hear you me, Jessica: Laun. I will go before, Sir, Mistress, look out at window, for all this; Will be worth a Jewess' eye. [Exit LAUNCELOT. Shy. What says that fool of Hagar's offspring, ha? More than the wild cat; drones hive not with me. To one that I would have him help to waste His borrow'd purse.-Well, Jessica, go in; Do, as I bid you, Shut doors after you: Fast bind, fast find; A proverb never stale in thrifty mind. I have a father, you a daughter, lost. Jes. Farewell: and if my fortune be not crost, Enter GRATIANO and SALARINO, masked. Gra. This is the pent-house, under which Lorenzo Desired us to make stand. Salar. His hour is almost past. Gra. And it is marvel he out-dwells his hour, For lovers ever run before the clock. Salar. O, ten times faster Venus' pigeons fly * Fool. [Exit. [Exit. To seal love's bonds new made, than they are wont, Gra. That ever holds: Who rises from a feast, The scarfed bark puts from her native bay, Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind! Enter LORENZO. Salar. Here comes Lorenzo;-more of this hereafter. When you shall please to play the thieves for wives, Enter JESSICA above, in boy's clothes. Jes. Lorenzo, certain; and my love indeed; But you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours? Lor. Heaven, and thy thoughts, are witness that thou art. Jes. Here, catch this casket; it is worth the pains. I am glad 'tís night, you do not look on me, For I am much ashamed of my exchange: But love is blind, and lovers cannot see Lor. Descend, for you must be my torch-bearer. And I should be obscured. Lor. So are you, sweet, Even in the lovely garnish of a boy. But come at once; For the close night doth play the run-away, Jes. I will make fast the doors, and gild myself With some more ducats, and be with you straight. *Decorated with flags. [Exit from above. Gra. Now, by my hood, a Gentile, and no Jew. Enter JESSICA, below. What, art thou come ?-On, gentlemen, away; Our masking mates by this time for us stay. [Exit with JESSICA and SALARINO. Enter ANTONIO. Ant. Who's there? Ant. Fie, fie, Gratiano! where are all the rest? "Tis nine o'clock; our friends all stay for you :No masque to-night; the wind is come about, Bassanio presently will go aboard: I have sent twenty out to seek for you. Gra. I am glad on't; I desire no more delight, Than to be under sail, and gone to-night. [Exeunt. SCENE VI-Belmont. A Room in PORTIA'S House. Flourish of Cornets. Enter PORTIA with the PRINCE OF MOROCCO, and both their Trains. Por. Go, draw aside the curtains, and discover The several caskets to this noble prince : Now make your choice. Mor. The first, of gold, who this inscription bears;- Por. The one of them contains my picture, prince; Mor. Some god direct my judgment! Let me see, I will survey the inscriptions back again: What says this leaden casket ? Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he hath. Do it in hope of fair advantages: A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross: If thou be'st rated by thy estimation, Thou dost deserve enough; and yet enough As much as I deserve!-Why, that's the lady : To stop the foreign spirits; but they come, One of these three contains her heavenly picture To rib* her cerecloth in the obscure grave. upon; Was set in worse than gold. They have in England Por. There, take it, prince, and if my form lie there, 1 [He unlocks the golden casket. Mor. O hell! what have we here? A carrion death, within whose empty eye There is a written scroll? I'll read the writing. All that glisters is not gold, Often have you heard that told : Your answer had not been inscroll'd: Fare you well; your suit is cold. Cold, indeed; and labour lost; Then, farewell, heat; and, welcome, frost. * Enclose. + Carved in relief. |