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SCENE II. - Shylock's House.

Bnter Jessica and LAUNCELOT, L.
Jes. I am 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 supper shalt thou see
Lorenzo, who is thy new master's guest :
Give him this letter; do it secretly,
And so, farewell; I would not have

my

father See me talk with thee.

Laun. Adieu !--tears exhibit my tongue.—Most beau. tiful Pagan,-most sweet Jew! [Crosses to R.] if a Chris. tian did not play the knave, and get thee, I am much deceived :—but, adieu: these foolish drops do somewhat drown my manly spirit: adieu !

[Exit, R. Jes. Farewell, good LauncelotAlack, what heinous sin is it in me, To be ashamed to be my father's child ! But though I am a daughter to his blood, I am not to his manners :-Oh, 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 LORENZO, GRATIANO, SOLANIO, and SALARINO, R.

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.
Sol. We have not spoke us yet of torch-bearers.

Sala. '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.--Crosses, R.

Lor. I know the hand : in faith, 'tis a fair white 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.

[Crosses, R. 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 Launcelot, R. Gentlemen, Will you prepare you for this masque to-night? I am provided of a torch-bearer. Sol. Ay, marry, I'll be gone about it straight.

(Crosses, L. Sala. And so will I.

[Crosses towards L. Lor. Meet me and Gratiano, At Gratiano's lodging, some hour hence. Sala. 'Tis good we do so.

(Exeunt Salarino and Solanio L. Gra. Was not that letter from fair Jessica ?

Lor. I must needs tell thee all : she hath directed
How I shall take her from her father's house ;
What gold and jewels she is furnished 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 goest :
Fair Jessica shall be

my

torch-bearer. Exeunt,

SCENE IV.--Shylock's House. SHYLOCK, R., and LAUNCELOT, L., discovered. 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 !. And sleep and snore, and rend apparel out: Why, Jessica, I say!

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, L.
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 :
But
yet
I'll
go

in hate, to feed upon
The prodigal Christian.-Jessica, my girl,
Look to my house :-( am right loth to go;
There is some ill a brewing towards my rest,
For I did dream of money-bags tu-night.

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 BlackMonday 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, Jes.

sica:

To

Lock up my doors; and when you hear the drum,
And the vile squeaking of the wry-necked fife,
Clamber not you up to the casements then,
Nor thrust your head into the public street,

gaze on Christian fools with varnished 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

you

before sirrah. Say, I will come.

Laun. 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, Bm Shy. What says that fool of Hagar's offspring, ha? Jes. His words were, Farewell, mistress; nothing else.

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Shylock takes his hat from table and advances, R. Shy. 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 His borrowed purse.-Well, Jessica, go in; Perhaps I will return immediately. Do as I bid you; shut doors after you ;Fast bind, fast find ; A proverb never stale in thrifty mind.

[Exit, R Jes. Farewell; and if my fortune be not crost, I have a father, you a daughter losto

SONG. JESSICA.

Haste, Lorenzo, haste away,

To my longing arms repair,
With impatience I shall die;

Come and ease thy Jessy's care:
Let me then, in wanton play,
Sigh and gaze my soul away.

[Exit, L

Scene V.-A Street in Venice.- Before Shylock's House,

Enter GRATIANO, SALARINO, and Solanio, masked, L.

Gra. This is the pent-house, under which Lorenzo Desired us to make stand.

Sol. His hour is almost past.

Gra. And it is marvel he out-dwells his hour,
For lovers ever run before the clock.

Sala. Oh, ten times faster Venus' pigeons fly
To seal love's bonds new-made, than they are wont
To keep obligéd faith unforfeited!
Gra. That ever holds :-

Enter LORENZO, masked, L.
Sala. Here comes Lorenzo:-more of this hereafter.

Lor. Sweet friends, your patience for my long abode; Not I, but any affairs, have made you

wait: When

you shall please to play the thieves for wives, l'll watch as long for you then. Here dwells my father Jew.

SONG.–LORENZO.

My bliss too long my bride denies;
Apace the wasting summer flies :
Nor yet the wintry blasts I fear,
Nor storms nor night shall keep me here.
What may for strength with steel compare ?
Oh, love has fetters stronger far !
By bolts of steel are limbs confined;
But cruel love enchains the mind.
No longer then perplex thy breast,
When thoughts torment, the first are best;
'Te mid to go, 'tis death to stay,
Away, my Jessy, huste away.

JESSICA at the Window in Flat, L.
Jes. Who are you? tell me, for more certainty,
Albeit I'll swear that I do know your tongue.

Lor. Lorenzo, and thy love.

Jes. Lorenzo, certain; and my love, indeed; For who love I so much ? and now who knows But you. Lorenzo, whether I am yours ?

Lor. Heaven and thy thoughts are witness that thos

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Jes. Here, catch this casket; it is worth the paine.

Lor. But come at once ;
For the close night doth play the runaway,
And we are staid for at Bassanio's feast.

Jes. I will make fast the doors, and gild myself
With some more ducats, and be with you straight.

[Exit from the windo.o. Gra. Now, by my hood, a Gentile, and no Jew

Lor. Beshrew me, but I love her heartily ;
For she is wise, if I can judge of her ;
And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true;
And true she is, as she hath proved herself:
And therefore, like herself, wise, fair, and true,
Shall she be placed in my constant soul.

Enter JESSICA, L. D. F.
What, art thou come ?--On, gentlemen, away ;
Our masking mates by this time for us stay. [Exeunt, L.

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END OF ACT II.

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