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Recurne 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 Baffanio.
Gra. I haue a sute 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 beare thee Gratiano,
Thou art too wilde, too rude, and bold of voice,
Parts that become thee happily enough,
And in such eies as ours appeare not faults,
But where thou art not knowne. Why there they shew
Someching too lib'rall :prechee cake paine
To allay with some cold drops of modestic
Thy skipping spirit, left through thy wilde behauiour
Ibé misconftredin the place I go to,
And lose my hopes.

Gra.Signior Bassanio, hcare 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 mine eies
Thus with my hat, and ligh, and say Amen :
Vse all the obseruance of ciuility,
Like one well studied in a sad ottenti
Toplcase his Grandam, neuer trust me more.

Ball. Well, we shall Tec your bearing.

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

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


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

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


Exter leffica and the Clowne.
lefica.I am sorry thou wilt leaúc my Father so,
Our house is hell, and thou a merry diuell
Didft rob it of some caste of rediousnefle,
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 my Father
Sec me in talke with thee.

Lance. Adew,teares exhibite my congue, most beautifull Pagan,moft sweete lew, if a Christian doc not play the knauc and get thee, I am much decciued;

but adew, these foolish drops do Something drowne my manly spirit : adicu.

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


Enter Gratiano, Lorenzo, Salarino, and Salanio.
Loren. Nay, we will flinke away in supper time,
Disguise vs at my lodging and recurne 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 better in my minde not yndertooke,

Loren. Tis now but foure a clocke, we hauc cwo houres

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Enter Lancelet.
To furnish vs;

friend Lancelet,what's the newes?
Lan.If it please you to breake vp this, it shall seeme to lignifico

Loren. I know the hand, in faith cis a faire hand,
And whiter then the paper it writ on,
Is the faire hand chat writ,
Grat.Loue newes,in faith.
Lanco.By your lcauc sir.
Loren. Whither gocft thou?

i ance, Màrry fir,to bid my olde Mafter che lew to sup tonight
With myınew Mafter the Chriftian,
I pren.

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

Exw Clawas
Salar. I marry,ile be gone about it straight.
Salan. And so will I.

Loren. Meete me and Gratiano at Gratianos lodging,
Some houre hence.

Salar. Tis good we do so.
Grat.Was not that Letter from faire leffical

Loren. I must needs tell thee all, the hath directed
How I shall take her from her Fachers house,
What gold and icwels she is furnisht with,
What Pages sure she hath in readinesse,
Ifere the lew her father come to heauen,
It will be for his gentle daughters sake,
And neuer dare misfortune croffe her foote,
Vnlerle se do it ynder chis excusc,
That she is iffue to a faithlele lew:
Come goe with me,peruse this as thou goeft,
Faire leffica shall be my Torch-bearer.


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



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

Clorone. Why leffica.
Shy. Who bids chee 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 Chriftian, Teffica my gyrle,
Looke to my house. I am right loth co go,
There is some ill a bruing towards my rest,
For I did dreame of money bagges to night.
Clowne. I beseech

My yong Master doch expect your reproch.

Shy. Sodol his.
Clown. And they haue conspired together, I will

not say you Thall see a Maske; but if you doe, 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 Ashwensday was fous ycare in th’afternoone.

Shy. What, are there maskes? Heare me leffica :
Locke up 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 streetc,
To gaze on Christian fooles with varnisht faces:
But Itop my houses cares, I meane my Casements,
Let not the sound of shallow foppery enter
My sober house. By lacobs staffe i sweare,
I hauc no minde offeasting forth co night:


you Gir

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

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

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

Shy. The pacch is kinde enough, but a huge feeder,
Snaile-Now in profic, and he (leepes by day
More then the wilde Cat:Drones hiue not with me,
Therefore I part with him, and part with him
To one, that I would hauc him helpe to waste
His borrowed purse. Well leffica goc in,
Perhaps I will returne immediately,
Do as 7 bid you, shut doores after you,
Falt binde, fait finde,
A Prouerbe neuer ftale in thrifty minde. Exit

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


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

Sal. His houre is almost part.

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

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

Gra. That euer holds : who riseth from a fcalt
With that keene appetite that he fits downc?
Where is the horse that doth vntrcade againe
Histedious measures, with the vnbated fire
That he did pace them first? All things that are,
Are with more spirit chased then enjoy'd.



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