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and my Miles offre you
Which makes me think that this Anthonio,
The which my Love and some Neceflity
Lor. Madam, with all my Heart,
Por. My People do already know my mind,
Fef. I wish your Ladyship all Heart's Content.
Por. I thank you for your Wish, and am well pleas'd To wish it back on you: Fare you well, Jessica. (Ex. JeleLor Now, Balthazar, as I have ever found thee honest, true, So let me find thee ftill ; Take this fame Letter, And use thou all the Endeavour of a Man, In speed to Mantua ; see thou render this Into my Cousin's Hand, Doctor Bellario, And look what Notes and Garments he doth give thee, Bring them, I pray thee, with imagin'd speed Unto the Traject, to the common Ferry Which trades to Venice : Waste no time in Words, But get thee gone; I shall be there before thee. Bal. Madam, I go with all convenient speed. [Exit.
Por. Come on, Nerissa, I have work in hand
Ner. Shall they see us ?
Por. They shall, Nerissa; but in such a Habit,
Ner. Why, shall we turn to Men?
Por. Fié, what a question's that, If thou wert near a lewd Interpreter? But come, I'll tell thee all my whole Device When I am in my Coach, which stays for us At the Park Gate;. and therefore hafte away, For we must measure Twenty Miles to day. [Exeunt.
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 so now I speak 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 Bastard-hope neither.
Jer. And what hope is that, I pray thee?"
Laun. Marry you may partly hope that your Father got you not, that you are not the Jew's Daughter.
: Jer. That were a kind of Bastard-hope indeed; fo the Sins of my Mother should be visited upon me.
Laun. Truly then I fear you are Damn'd both by Father and Mother: Thus when you shun Sylla, your Father, you fall into Charibdis, your Mother: Well, you are gone both ways.
Jes. I shall be saved by my Husband; he hath made me a Christian. .
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 Christians will raise the Price of Hogs; if we grow all to be Pork-eaters, we thall not shortly have a Rafher on the Coals for Mony.
: Enter Lorenzo. Fef. I'll tell my Husband, Launcelot, what you say: Here he comes.
Lor. I shall grow Jealous of you shortly, Launcelot, if you thus get my Wife into Corners.
Jes. Nay, you need not fear us, Lorenzo; Launcelot and I are out; he tells me Alarly, there is no Mercy for me in Heav'n, because I am a Few's Daughter : And he says, you are no good Member of the Commonwealth; for in converting Fews to Christians, you raise the Price of Pork.
Lor. I shall answer 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 should be more than Reason: But if she be less than an honest Woman, she 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 Difcourse 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-snapper are you! Then bid them prepare Dinner..
Laun. That is done too, Sir; only Cover is the word..
Lor. Yet more quarrelling with occasion! wilt thou shew the whole Wealth of thy Wit in an instant? I pray thee understand a plain Man in his plain Meaning : Go to thy Fellows bid them cover the Table, serve in the Meat, and we will come in to Dinner.
Lann. For the Table, Sir, it shall be served in; for the Meat, Sir, it shall be covered; for your coming in to Dinner, Sir, why let it be as Homours and Conceits shall govern.
Jes. Paft all expressing : It is very meet
Lor. Even such a Husband
Jes. Nay, but ask my Opinion too of that.
Fes. Well, I'll set you forth. . [Exeunt.
A C T IV. SCENE I. Venice. Enter the Duke, the Senators, Anthonio, Bassanio, and
Graciano. Duke. V THAT, is Anthonio here?
V Ant. Ready, so please your Grace. Duke. I am sorry for thee; thou art come to answer
A ftony Adversary, an inhuman Wretch,
Ant. I have heard
Duke. Go one and call the few into the Court. . '
Shy. I have possess'd your Grace of what I purpose;
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