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Returne in haft, for I do feast co night,
My best esteem'd acquaintance, hic thee, go.
Leon, My beft endeuors shall be donc hcerein.

Enter Gratiano.
Gra. Where's your Master.
Leon, Yonder fir he walkes.
Gra. Signior Balanio..
Bal.Gratiano ?
Gra. I haue a fute to you.
Bal. You haue obtain'd it.
Gra. You must not deny me, I must go with you to Belmonta

Baff. Why then you must. But heare thee Gratiano,
Thou art too wilde, too rude, and bold of voice,
Parts that become thee happily enough,
And in such cies as ours appeare not faults,
But where thou art not knowne. Why there they shew
Someching too lib'rall: prethee cake paine
To allay with some cold drops of modeftic
Thy skipping spirit, left through thy wilde behauiour
I be misconftred in the place I go to,
And lose my hopes.

Gra. Signior Bassanio, heare me :
If I do not put on a sober habite,
Talke with respect, and sweare but now and than;
Weare prayer bookes in my pocket, looke demurely,
Nay more, while Grace is saying, hood minc cics
Thus with my hat, and figh, and say Amen :
Vse all the obseruance of ciuility,
Like one well studied in a sad ottenti
Toplcase his Grandam, neuer trust me more,

Bal. Well, we shall see your bearing.

Gra Nay but I barre tonight, you shall not gage me.
By what we do tonight.

Bal. No that were pitty,
I would entreate you rather to put on:


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Your boldelt sute of mirth, for we haue friends
That purpose merriment: but faryewell,
I haue fomc businesse.

Gra. And Imustco Lorenzo and the rest,
But we will visite you at supper timc.

Exter lessica and the Clowne.
leffica.I am sorry thou wilt lcaúc my Father so,
Our house is hell, and thou a merry diuell
Didi rob it of some caste of tediousnelle,
But fare thee well, there is a ducat for chce,
And Lancelet,soone at supper shalt thou see
Lorenzo,who is thy new Masters guest,
Giue him this Letter, do it secretly,
And so farwell: I would not haue


Sec me in talke with thee.

Lance. Adew,teares exhibite my tongue, moft beautifull Pagan,most sweete lew, if a Chriftian doc not play the knauc and get thee, I am much decciued; but adew, these foolish drops do fomething drownc my manly spirit : adicu.

Teffica. Farwell good Lancelet.
Alacke,what heynous sinne is it in mc,
To be asham'd to be my fathers childe,
But though I ain a daughter to his blood, .
I am not to his manners: 0 Lorohzo,
If thou keepe promise, I shall end this strife,
Become a Chriftian, and thy loving wife.


Enter Gratiano, Lorenzo, Salarino,and Salanio.
Loren.Nay,we will Ninke away in supper time,
Disguise vs at my lodging and returne all in an houre.

Gra. We haue not made good preparation,
Salar. We haue not spoke vs yet of Torch-bearers,

Salanio. Tis vile, vnlesse it may be quaintly ordered,
And beteer in my minde not yndertookc.

Loren, Tis now but foure a clocke, we haucewo houres



Enter Lancelat,
To furnish vs; friend Lancelet, what's the newes?
Lan.If it please you to breake vp this, it shall seeme to fignifico

Loren, I know the hand, in faith tis a faire hand,
And whiter then the paper it writ on,
Is the faire hand that writ.

Grat.Loue newes,in faith.
Lance. By your lcaue fir.
Loren.Whither gocst thou?

lance. Marry fir,to bid my olde Mafter che lew to sup tonight Wich myınew Mafter the Chriftian.

I oren. Hold here cake this cell gentle Ieffica,
I will not fayle her, fpcake it priuately.
Gae Gentlemen, will you prepare for this maske to nighe,
I am prouided of a Torch-bearer.

Exis Clowns
Salar. I marry,ile be gone about it straight.
Salan.And so will I.

Loren. Meetc mc and Gratiano at Gratianos lodging,
Some houre hence,
Salar.Tis good we do so.

Grat.Was not that Letter from faire Ioffical

Loren.I must needs tell thee all, she hath directed
How I shall cake her from her Fachers house,
What gold and iewels she is furnish with,
What Pages sure she hath in readinesse,
Ifere the low her father come to heauen,
It will be for his gentle daughters fake,
And neuer dare misfortune crofse her foote,
Voleffe she do it vnder this excuse,
That she is issue to a faithleffe lew:
Come goe with me,peruse this as thou goeft,
Faire lessica shall be my Torch-bearer.

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Enter the lewo and Lancelet.
Shy. Well, thou shalt sec,thy eyes shall be thy iudge,
The diffrence of old Shylocke and Ballanio;



What Zeffica, thou shalt not gourmandize
As thou halt done with me : what leffica?
And sleepe, and snore, and rend apparrell out.
Why leffica I say.

Clorone. Why leffica.
Shy. Who bids chce call? I do not bid thee call.

clo. Your worship was wont to tell me, that I could do nothing without bidding.

Enter lessica.
Tef. Call you ? what is your will?

Shy. I am bid forth to supper Ieffica,
There are my keyes; but wherefore should I go?
I am not bid for loue, they flatter me,
But yet ile go in hate, to feede vpon
The prodigall Christian, Jessica my gyrle,
Looke to my house. I am right loch co go,
There is some ill a bruing towards my rest,
For I did dreame of money bagges to night.

Clowne. I beseech you fir go,
My yong Master doch expect your reproch.

Shy. So dol his.

Clown. And they haue conspired together, I will not say you fall see a Maske; but if you goe, then it was not for nothing that my nose fell a bleeding on black monday last, at fix a clock in the morning, falling out that yeare on Alhwensday was fous yeare in th’afternoone.

Shy. What, are there maskes? Heare me lefica :
Locke vp my doorcs, and when you heare the drumme,
And the vile squeaking of the wry-neckt Fife,
Clamber not you vp to the Casements then,
Nor thrust your head into the publike streete,
To gaze on Christian fooles with varnisht faces :
But Itop my houses cares, I meane my Casements,
Ler not the sound of shallow foppery enter
My sober house. By lacobs Aaffe i sweare,
I hauc no minde offcasting forth to night:


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But I will go. Go you before me firca,
Say I will come.

Clowne. I will go before fir.
.Mistresse looke out at a window for all this,
There will come a Christian by,
Will be worth a lowes eye.

Shy. What sayes that foole of Hagars off-spring? ha.
lef. His words were, Farewell mistris, nothing else.

Shy. The pacch is kinde enough, but a huge feeder,
Snaile-low in profit, and he (leepes by day
More then the wilde Cat:Drones hiue not with
Therefore I part with him, and part with him
To one, that I would haue him helpe to waste
His borrowed purse. Well leffica goc in,
Perhaps I will recurne immediately,
Do as I bid you, shut doores after you,
Falt binde, falt finde,
A Prouerbe neuer Atalc in thrifty minde. Exit

Ief. Farewell, and if my fortune be not croft,
I haue a Father,you a daughter loft.

Enter the maskers, Gratiano and Salarino.
Gra. This is the penc-housę vader which
Lorenzo defir'd us to make stand.

Sal. His houre is almoft paft.

Gra. And it is meruaile he out.dwels his houre, For louers euer run before the clocke.

Sal. O ten times faster Venus pigeons Alge
Toscale loues bonds new made, then they are wont
To keepe obliged faith ynforfaited.

Gra. That cuer holds : who riseth from a fcaft
With that kcenc appetite that he fits downc?
Where is the horse that doch yntrcade agains
Histedious measures, with the vnbated fire
That he did pace them firft? All things that are,
Are with more spirit chased then enioy'd.



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