Say, I will come. Laun. I will go before, fir. Miftrefs, look out at window, for all this: Will be worth a Jewefs' eye. [Exit LAUN. Shy. What fays that fool of Hagar's offspring, ha? Jef. His words were, Farewell, mistress; nothing elfe. Shy. The patch is kind enough; but a huge feeder, Shut the doors after you: Faft bind, fast find; SCENE VI. The Street. [Exit. Enter GRATIANO, and SALANIO, in mafquerade. Gra. This is the pent-house, under which Lorenzo Defir'd us to make ftand. Sal. His hour is almost past. Gra. And it is marvel he out-dwells his hour, For lovers ever run before the clock. Sal. O, ten times fafter Venus' pigeons fly To feal love's bonds new made, than they are wont, To keep obliged faith unforfeited! Gra. That ever holds: Who ever riseth from a feaft, With that keen appetite that he fits down? Where is the horse, that doth untread again That he did pace them first? all things that are, The scarfed bark puts from her native bay, With over-weather'd ribs, and ragged fails, Enter LORENZO. Sal. Here comes Lorenzo ;—more of this hereafter. Lor. Sweet friends, your patience for my long aNot I, but my affairs, have made you wait: [bode; When you fhall please to play the thieves for wives I'll watch as long for you then.Approach; Here dwells my father Jew:-Ho! who's within ? JESSICA above, in boy's clothes. Jef. Who are you? tell me, for more certainty, Albeit, I'll fwear that I do know your tongue. Lor. Lorenzo, and thy love. Jef. Lorenzo, certain; and my love, indeed; For who love I fo much? and now who knows, But you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours? Lor. Heaven, and thy thoughts, are witness that thou art. Jef. Here, catch this cafket; it is worth thy pains. I'm glad 'tis night, you do not look on me, For I am much afham'd of my exchange; But love is blind, and lovers cannot fees The The pretty follies that themselves commit; torch-bearer. Jef What, muft I hold a candle to my fhames? They in themselves, good footh, are too, too light. Why, 'tis an office of difcovery, love, And I fhould be obfcur'd. Lor. So are you, sweet, Even in the lovely garnish of a boy. But come at once; For the close night doth play the run-away, And we are ftaid for at Baffanio's feast. Jef. I will make faft the doors, and gild myself With fome more ducats, and be with you ftraight. [Exit from above. Gra. Now, by my hood, a Gentile, and no Jew, Lor. Befhrew me, but I love her heartily: For fhe is wife, if I can judge of her; And fair fhe is, if that mine eyes be true; And true fhe is, as fhe hath prov'd herself; And therefore like herself, wife, fair, and true, Shall she be placed in my constant soul. Enter JESSICA, below. What, art thou come?-On, gentlemen, away; Our masking mates by this time for us stay. [Exit with JESSICA, &c. Enter ANTHONIO. Anth. Who's there? Gra. Signior Anthonio! Anth. Fie, fie, Gratiano; where are all the reft? 'Tis nine o'clock; our friends all stay for you : D No No mafque to-night; the wind is come about, I have fent twenty out to feek for you. Gra. I am glad on't; I defire no more delight, Than to be under fail and gone to-night. [Exeunt. SCENE VII. Belmont. Enter PORTIA, with the Prince of Morocco, and both their trains. Por. Go, draw afide the curtains, and discover The feveral cafkets to this noble prince: Now make your choice. Mor. The firft, of gold, who this infcription bears;Who choofeth me, fhall gain what many men defire. The fecond, filver, which this promife carries ;Who choofeth me, shall get as much as he deferves. This third, dull lead, with warning all as blunt ;Who choofeth me, muft give and hazard all he bath.How fhall I know, if I do choose the right? If Por. The one of them contains my picture, prince; you choose that, then I am yours withal. Mor. Some god direct my judgment! Let me fee, Who choofeth me, muft give and hazard all he hath. A golden mind ftoops not to fhews of drofs; And And weigh thy value with an even hand: Thou doft deserve enough; and yet enough One of these three contains her heavenly picture. D 2 Lies |