I have no mind of feafting forth to night: But I will go.-Go you before me, firrah; Say, I will come. Laun. I will go before, fir.— Mistress, look out at window, for all this; There will come a Christian by, Will be worth a Jewefs' eye. [Exit Laun. More than the wild cat; drones hive not with me: Do, as I bid you, Shut the doors after you: Faft bind, fast find; A proverb never stale in thrifty mind. [Exit. Jef. Farewel; and if my fortune be not croft, I have a father, you a daughter, loft. [Exit. VI. SCENE The Street. Enter Gratiano, and Solanio, in masquerade. Gra. This is the pent-house, under which Lorenzo Defir'd us to make stand. Sol. His hour is past. Gra. And it is marvel he out-dwells his hour, For lovers ever run before the clock. Sol. O, ten times fafter 7 patch]-varlet. VOL. II. Venus' pigeons fly z Venus' pigeons]-love's votaries. I Το To feal love's bonds new made, than they are wont, Gra. That ever holds: Who riseth from a feast, His tedious measures with the unbated fire That he did pace them firft? all things that are, a The skarfed bark puts from her native bay, Enter Lorenzo. Sol. Here comes Lorenzo ;-more of this hereafter. Lor. Sweet friends, your patience for my long abode; Not I, but my affairs, have made you wait: When you fhall please to play the thieves for wives, I'll watch as long for you you then.-Approach; Here dwells my father Jew:--Ho! who's within? Jeffica above in boy's cloaths. Jef. Who are you? tell me, for more certainty, Albeit I'll fwear that I do know your tongue. Lor. Lorenzo, and thy love. Jef. Lorenzo, certain; and my love, indeed; For who love I fo much? and now who knows, But you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours ? Lor. Heaven, and thy thoughts, are witness that thou art. Jef. Here, catch this cafket; it is worth the pains. * skarfed bark]—in gallant or full trim, in all her bravery. over-weather'd ribs,]-damaged fides-over-wither'd. I am glad 'tis night, you do not look on me, Lor. Defcend, for you must be my torch-bearer. Lor. So are you, sweet, Even in the lovely garnish of a boy. But come at once: For the clofe night doth play the run-away, And we are ftaid for at Baffanio's feaft. Jef. I will make faft the doors, and gild myself With fome more ducats, and be with you ftraight. [Exit, from above. Gra. Now, by my hood, a Gentile, and no Jew. d Lor. Befhrew me, but I love her heartily: For fhe is wife if I can judge of her; Enter Feffica, below. What, art thou come?-On, gentlemen, away; Our mafquing mates by this time for us stay. [Exit, with Jeffica &c. Gentile,]-(a pun)-heathen, and well born-gentle. Enter Anthonio. Anth. Who's there? Gra. Signior Anthonio? Anth, Fie, fie, Gratiano! where are all the rest ? 'Tis nine o'clock; our friends all stay for you :No mafque to-night; the wind is come about, Baffanio presently will go aboard : I have fent twenty out to seek for you. Gra. I am glad on't; I defire no more delight, Than to be under fail, and gone to-night. [Exeunt. Enter Portia, with the Prince of Morocco, and both their trains. Por. Go, draw afide the curtains, and discover The feveral cafkets to this noble prince : Now make your choice. с Mor. The first, of gold, who this inscription bears ;— Who chufeth me, shall gain what many men defire. The second, filver, which this promise carries ;Who chufeth me, fhall get as much as be deferves. This third, dull lead, with warning all as f blunt ;Who chujeth me, must give and hazard all be bath.How fhall I know if I do chufe the right? Por. The one of them contains my picture, prince; If you chufe that, then I am yours withal. Mor. Some god direct my judgment! Let me fee, I will furvey the infcriptions back again: who and which were us'd indifcriminately in our author's time. blunt ;]-coarse. What What fays this leaden casket? Who chufeth me, must give and hazard all he bath. A golden mind stoops not to fhows of drofs; As much as I deserve!-Why, that's the lady : & shows of drofs ;]-what hath the resemblance of. |