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Nay, but I bar tonight; you shall not gauge me
By what we do tonight.
BASSANIO.
No, that were pity;
I would entreat you rather to put on
Your boldest suit of mirth, for we have friends
That purpose merriment. But fare you well;
I have some business.
GRATIANO.
And I must to Lorenzo and the rest;
But we will visit you at suppertime.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE 3. The same. A room in SHYLOCK’s house.
[Enter JESSICA and LAUNCELOT.]
JESSICA.
I am sorry thou wilt leave my father so:
Our house is hell, and thou, a merry devil,
Didst rob it of some taste of tediousness.
But fare thee well; there is a ducat for thee;
And, Launcelot, soon at supper shalt thou see
Lorenzo, who is thy new master’s guest:
Give him this letter; do it secretly.
And so farewell. I would not have my father
See me in talk with thee.
LAUNCELOT. 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 something drown my manly spirit; adieu!
JESSICA.
Farewell, good Launcelot.
[Exit LAUNCELOT]
Alack, what heinous sin is it in me
To be asham’d to be my 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]
SCENE 4. The same. A street
[Enter GRATIANO, LORENZO, SALARINO, and SALANIO.]
LORENZO.
Nay, we will slink away in suppertime,
Disguise us at my lodging, and return
All in an hour.
GRATIANO.
We have not made good preparation.
SALARINO.
We have not spoke us yet of torch-bearers.
SALANIO.
‘Tis vile, unless it may be quaintly order’d,
And better in my mind not undertook.
LORENZO.
‘Tis now but four o’clock; we have two hours
To furnish us.
[Enter LAUNCELOT, With a letter.]
Friend Launcelot, what’s the news?
LAUNCELOT. An it shall please you to break up this, it shall seem to signify.
LORENZO.
I know the hand; in faith, ‘tis a fair hand,
And whiter than the paper it writ on
Is the fair hand that writ.
GRATIANO.
Love news, in faith.
LAUNCELOT.
By your leave, sir.
LORENZO.
Whither goest thou?
LAUNCELOT. Marry, sir, to bid my old master, the Jew, to sup tonight with my new master, the Christian.
LORENZO.
Hold, here, take this. Tell gentle Jessica
I will not fail her; speak it privately.
Go, gentlemen,
[Exit LAUNCELOT]
Will you prepare you for this masque tonight?
I am provided of a torch-bearer.
SALARINO.
Ay, marry, I’ll be gone about it straight.
SALANIO.
And so will I.
LORENZO.
Meet me and Gratiano
At Gratiano’s lodging some hour hence.
SALARINO.
‘Tis good we do so.
[Exeunt SALARINO and SALANIO.]
GRATIANO.
Was not that letter from fair Jessica?
LORENZO.
I must needs tell thee all. She hath directed
How I shall take her from her father’s house;
What gold and jewels she is furnish’d with;
What page’s suit she hath in readiness.
If e’er the Jew her father come to heaven,
It will be for his gentle daughter’s sake;
And never dare misfortune cross her foot,
Unless she do it under this excuse,
That she is issue to a faithless Jew.
Come, go with me, peruse this as thou goest;
Fair Jessica shall be my torch-bearer.
[Exeunt]
SCENE 5. The same. Before SHYLOCK’S house
[Enter SHYLOCK and LAUNCELOT.]
SHYLOCK.
Well, thou shalt see; thy eyes shall be thy judge,
The difference of old Shylock and Bassanio:—
What, Jessica!—Thou shalt not gormandize,
As thou hast done with me;—What, Jessica!—
And sleep and snore, and rend apparel out—
Why, Jessica, I say!
LAUNCELOT.
Why, Jessica!
SHYLOCK.
Who bids thee call? I do not bid thee call.
LAUNCELOT. Your worship was wont to tell me I could do nothing without bidding.
[Enter JESSICA.]
JESSICA.
Call you? What is your will?
SHYLOCK.
I am bid forth to supper, Jessica:
There are my keys. But wherefore should I go?
I am not bid for love; they flatter me;
But yet I’ll go in hate, to feed upon
The prodigal Christian. Jessica, my girl,
Look to my house. I am right loath to go;
There is some ill a-brewing towards my rest,
For I did dream of money-bags tonight.
LAUNCELOT. I beseech you, sir, go: my young master doth expect your reproach.
SHYLOCK.
So do I his.
LAUNCELOT. And they have conspired together; I will not say you shall see a masque, but if you do, then it was not for nothing that my nose fell a-bleeding on Black Monday