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Returne in haft, for I do feast to night,
My best esteem'd acquaintance, hic thee, go.

Leon, My beft endeuors shall be done heerein.

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

Ball. Why then you must. But bcare 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
I be misconftredin the place I go to
And lose my hopes.

Gra. Signior Bafranio, 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 cies
Thus with my hat, and figh, and say Amen:
Vse all the obseruance of ciuility,
Like one well studied in a fad ottene)
Toplease his Grandam, neuer trust me more,

Baß. Well, we Mall Tee 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 hauc friends
That purpose merriment: but faryewell,
I haue fomc businesse.

Gra. And I must co Lorenzo and che rest,
But we will visite you at supper timc.


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Enter leffica and the clomone.
Teffica.I am sorry thou wilt leaúc 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 ic secretly,
And so farwell : I would not haue my Father
Sec me in calke with thee.

Lance. Adew,teares exhibite my tongue, moft beautifull Pa-
gan,most 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.

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


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Enter Gratiano, Lorenzo, Salarino, and Salanio.
Loren. Nay, we will Ninke away in supper time,
Difguise vs at my lodging and recurne all in an hourc.

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 fourc a clockc,we haucowo 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 fignific,

Loren. I know the hand, in faith tis a faire hand,
And whiter then the paper it writ on,
Is cbe faire hand chat writ.
Grat.Loue newes, in faith.
Lanco.By your Icauc fir.
Loren. Whither gocst chou?

lance. Marry fir,to bid my olde Mafter the lew to sup tonight
With my new Mafter the Chriftian,

I rren. 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 Clowns
Salar. I marry,ile be gone about it straight.
Salax.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 iewels she is furnish with,
What Pages sure she hath in readinesse,
Ifere the lew her father come to hcauen,
It will be for his gentle daughters fake,
And neuer dare misfortune croffe her foote,
Vnlesse she do it ynder 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.


Enter the lewo and Lancelet.

Well, thou shalt sec,chy eyes shall be thy iudge,
The diffrence of old Shylocke and Bassanio;



What leffica, thou shalt not gourmandize
As thou hast donc with me : what leffica?
And fleepe, and snore, and rend apparrell out.
Why leffica I lay.

Clorone. Why Teffica.
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.
1ef. Call you? what is your will?

Shy. I am bid forth to supper leffica,
There are my keyes; but wherefore should I go?
I am not bid for loue, they Alatter me,
But yet ile go in hare, to feede vpon
The prodigall Chriftian, 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 Gir go,
My yong Master doth expect your reproch.

Shy. So dol 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 ycare on Ashwensday was four yeare in th’afternoone.

Sby. What are there maskes? Heare me leffica :
Locke vp my doores, and when you heare the drumme,
And the vile squeaking of the wry-neckt Fife,
Clamber not you rp to the Casements then,
Nor thrust your head into the publike streete,
To gaze on Christian fooles with varnisht faces :
But stop my houses cares, I meanc my Casements,
Let not the sound of shallow foppery enter
My fober house. By lacobs staffe i sweare,
I hauc no minde offeasting forth co nighe:


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 this,
There will come a Christian by,
Will be worth a lowes cye.

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

Shy. The patch is kinde enough, but a huge feeder,
Snaile-low in profic, and he sleepes 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 haue him helpe to waste
His borrowed purse. Well Ieffica goc in,
Perhaps I will returne immediately,
Do as I bid you, shut doores after you,
Falt binde, faft finde,
A Prouerbe neuer sale 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 flye
To feale loues bonds new made, then they are wont
To keepe obliged faith ynforfaited.

Gra. That cuer holds : who riseth from a fcaft
With that keenc appetite that he fits downc?
Where is the horse chac doth vnircade again
Histedious measures, with the vnbated fire
That he did pace them firf? All things that are,
Are with more spirit chased then enjoy'd.



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