Returne in haft, for I do feaft to night," Enter Gratiano. Gra. Where's your Mafter. Leon, Yonder fir he walkes. Gra. Signior Baffanio. Gra. I haue a fute to you. Baff. You haue obtain❜d it. Exit Gra. You must not deny me, I must go with you to Belmont. Baff. Why then you muft. But heare thee Gratiano, Thou art too wilde, too rude, and bold of voice, Parts that become thee happily enough, And in fuch eies as ours appeare not faults, But where thou art not knownc. Why there they fhew To allay with fome cold drops of modeftie Thy skipping fpirit, left through thy wilde behauiour And lofe my hopes. Gra.Signior Baffanio, heare me : If I do not put on a fober habite, Talke with refpect, and sweare but now and than ; Like one well ftudied in a fad oftent) To please his Grandam, neuer truft me more. Gra. Nay but I barre to night, you fhall not gage me Baff. No that were pitty, I would entreate you rather to put on YOUR Your boldeft fute of mirth, for we haue friends Gra. And I must to Lorenzo and the rest, Enter leffica and the Clowne. Teffica. I am forry thou wilt leaue my Father fo, Father Exeunt. Lance. Adew,teares exhibite my tongue, most beautifull Pagan,moft sweete lew, if a Chriftian doc not play the knaue and get thee, I am much decciued; but adew, thefe foolish drops do fomething drowne my manly fpirit: adieu. Ieffica, Farwell good Lancelet. Enter Gratiano, Lorenzo,Salarino,and Salanio. Loren.Tis now but foure a clocke,we haue two houres Exit. Exit. Το Enter Lancelet. To furnish vs ; friend Lancelet, what's the newes? Lan.If it please you to breake vp this,it fhall feeme to fignifie, And whiter then the paper it writ on, Is the faire hand that writ. Grat.Loue newes,in faith. Loren.Whither goeft thou? : Lance, Marry fir,to bid my olde Mafter the Iew to fup to night with my new Mafter the Chriftian, Ioren.Hold here take this,tell gentle Ieffica, I will not fayle her,fpeake it priuately. Goe Gentlemen, will you prepare for this maske to night, I am prouided of a Torch-bearer. Salar. I marry,ile be gone about it ftraight. Salan. And fo will I. Exit Clownes Loren. Meete me and Gratiane at Gratianos lodging, Some houre hence. Salar.Tis good we do fo. Grat. Was not that Letter from faire leffica? Loren.I muft needs tell thee all, the hath directed How I fhall take her from her Fathers house, Exit. Come goe with me,perufe this as thou goeft, Faire leffica fhall be my Torch-bearer. Exita Enter the lew and Lancelet. Shy. Well, thou shalt fee,thy eyes fhall be thy judge, The diffrence of old Shylocke and Baffanio; D What 1 What leffica, thou shalt not gourmandize Clowne. Why leffica. Shy. Who bids thee call? I do not bid thee call. Clo. Your worship was wont to tell me, that I could do nothing without bidding. Enter Ieffica. lef. Call you? what is your will? Shy. I am bid forth to fupper leffica, There are my keyes; but wherefore fhould I go? My yong Mafter doth expect your reproch. that Clown. And they haue confpired together, I will not fay you fhall fee a Maske; but if you doe, then it was not for nothing my nofe fell a bleeding on black monday last,at fix a clock in the morning, falling out that yeare on Afhwenfday was four yeare in th'afternoone. Shy. What, are there maskes? Heare me Ieffica: Locke vp my doores, and when you heare the drumme, But But I will go. Go you before me firra, Clowne. I will go before fir. Miftreffe looke out at a window for all this, Will be worth a lewes eye. Shy. What fayes that foole of Hagars off-spring? ha, Do as /bid you, fhut doores after you, A Prouerbe neuer ftale in thrifty minde. Exit Jef. Farewell, and if my fortune be not croft, I haue a Father,you a daughter loft. Exit. Enter the maskers,Gratiano and Salarino. Gra. This is the pent-house vnder which Lorenzo defir'd vs to make ftand. Sal, His houre is almost past. Gra. And it is meruaile he out-dwel's his houre, Sal. O ten times fafter Venus pigeons flye Gra. That euer holds: who rifeth from a feaft How |