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Something too liberal. Pray thee, take pain
Signior Bassanio, hear me :
Bas. Well, we shall see your bearing. 3
By what we do to-night.
No, that were pity :
purpose merriment. But fare you well ; I have some business.
Gra. And I must to Lorenzo, and the rest; But we will visit you at supper-time. [Exeunt.
2 Grave appearance.
A room in Shylock's house.
Enter JESSICA and LAUNCELOT.
Jes. I am sorry, thou wilt leave my father so :
Laun. Adieu !-tears exhibit my tongue.Most beautiful pagan !-most sweet Jew! If a Christian do not play the knave, and get thee, I am much deceived. But, adieu! these foolish drops do somewhat drown my manly spirit : adieu ! [Exit.
Jes. Farewell, good Launcelot.Alack, what heinous sin is it in me, To be ashamed to be
father's child ! But though I am a daughter to his blood, I am not to his manners. O Lorenzo, If thou keep promise, I shall end this strife ; Become a Christian, and thy loving wife. [Exit.
Enter GRATIANO, LORENZO, SALARINO, and SALANIO. Lor. Nay, we will slink away
Gra. We have not made good preparation.
hours To furnish us.
Enter LAUNCELOT, with a letter.
Friend Launcelot, what 's the news ? Laun. An it shall please you to break up this, i: shall seem to signify.
Lor. I know the hand : in faith, 'tis a fair hand.
Love-news, in faith.
Laun. Marry, sir, to bid my old master the Jew to sup to-night with my new master the Christian.
Lor. Hold here, take this :-tell gentle Jessica,
I will not fail her ;-speak it privately; go.—
[Exit Laun. Will you prepare you for this mask to-night? I am provided of a torch-bearer.
Salar. Ay, marry, I'll be gone about it straight
Meet me and Gratiano,
[Exeunt Salar. and Salan. Gra. Was not that letter from fair Jessica ? Lor. I must needs tell thee all. She hath di.
my torch-bearer. [Exeunt.
The same. Before Shylock's house.
Enter SHYLOCK and LAUNCELOT. Shy. Well, thou shalt see ; thy eyes shall be thy
judge, The difference of old Shylock and Bassanio :
What, Jessica !-thou shalt not gormandise,
Why, Jessica !
Laun. Your worship was wont to tell me, I could do nothing without bidding.
Jes. Call you? What is your
Laun. I beseech you, sir, go; my young master doth expect your reproach.
Shy. So do I his.
Laun. And they have conspired together :--I will not say, you shall see a mask ; but if you do, then it was not for nothing that my nose fell a bleeding on Black Monday last, at six o'clock i' the morning, falling out that year on Ash Wednesday was four year in the afternoon. Shy. What! are there masks? Hear you me,