735Leon. Yonder sir he walkes.

736Gra. Signior Bassanio.

737Bas. Gratiano.

738Gra. I haue a sute to you.

739Bass. You haue obtain'd it.

740Gra. You must not denie me, I must goe with you to

741Belmont.

742Bass. Why then you must: but heare thee Gratiano,

743Thou art to wilde, to rude, and bold of voyce,

744Parts that become thee happily enough,

745And in such eyes as ours appeare not faults;

746But where they are not knowne, why there they show

747Something too liberall, pray thee take paine

748To allay with some cold drops of modestie

749Thy skipping spirit, least through thy wilde behauiour

750I be misconsterd in the place I goe to,

751And loose my hopes.

752Gra. Signor Bassanio, heare me,

753If I doe not put on a sober habite,

754Talke with respect, and sweare but now and than,

755Weare prayer bookes in my pocket, looke demurely,

756Nay more, while grace is saying hood mine eyes

757Thus with my hat, and sigh and say Amen:

758Vse all the obseruance of ciuillitie

759Like one well studied in a sad ostent

760To please his Grandam, neuer trust me more.

761Bas. Well, we shall see your bearing.

762Gra. Nay but I barre to night, you shall not gage me

763By what we doe to night.

764Bas. No that were pittie,

765I would intreate you rather to put on

766Your boldest suite of mirth, for we haue friends

767That purpose merriment: but far you well,

768I haue some businesse.

769Gra. And I must to Lorenso and the rest,

770But we will visite you at supper time. Exeunt.

772Ies. I am sorry thou wilt leaue my Father so,

773Our house is hell, and thou a merrie diuell

774Did'st rob it of some taste of tediousnesse;

775But far thee well, there is a ducat for thee,

776And Lancelet, soone at supper shalt thou see

777Lorenzo, who is thy new Maisters guest,

778Giue him this Letter, doe it secretly,

779And so farwell: I would not haue my Father

780See me talke with thee.

781Clo. Adue, teares exhibit my tongue, most beautifull

782Pagan, most sweete Iew, if a Christian doe not play the

783knaue and get thee, I am much deceiued; but adue, these

784foolish drops doe somewhat drowne my manly spirit:

785adue. Exit.

786Ies. Farewell good Lancelet.

787Alacke, what hainous sinne is it in me

788To be ashamed to be my Fathers childe,

789But though I am a daughter to his blood,

790I am not to his manners: O Lorenzo,

791If thou keepe promise I shall end this strife,

792Become a Christian, and thy louing wife. Exit.

794Lor. Nay, we will slinke away in supper time,

795Disguise vs at my lodging, and returne all in an houre.

796Gra. We haue not made good preparation.

797Sal. We haue not spoke vs yet of Torch-bearers.

798Sol. 'Tis vile vnlesse it may be quaintly ordered,

799And better in my minde not vndertooke.

800Lor. 'Tis now but foure of clock, we haue two houres

801To furnish vs; friend Lancelet what's the newes.

803Lan. And it shall please you to breake vp this, shall it

804seeme to signifie.

805Lor. I know the hand, in faith 'tis a faire hand

806And whiter then the paper it writ on,

807I the faire hand that writ.

808Gra. Loue newes in faith.

809Lan. By your leaue sir.

810Lor. Whither goest thou?

811Lan. Marry sir to bid my old Master the Iew to sup

812to night with my new Master the Christian.

813Lor. Hold here, take this, tell gentle Iessica

814I will not faile her, speake it priuately:

815Go Gentlemen, will you prepare you for this Maske to

816night,

817I am prouided of a Torch-bearer. Exit. Clowne.

818Sal. I marry, ile be gone about it strait.

819Sol. And so will I.

820Lor. Meete me and Gratiano at Gratianos lodging

821Some houre hence.

822Sal. 'Tis good we do so. Exit.

823Gra. Was not that Letter from faire Iessica?

824Lor. I must needes tell thee all, she hath directed

825How I shall take her from her Fathers house,

826What gold and iewels she is furnisht with,

827What Pages suite she hath in readinesse:

828If ere the Iew her Father come to heauen,

829It will be for his gentle daughters sake;

830And neuer dare misfortune crosse her foote,

831Vnlesse she doe it vnder this excuse,

832That she is issue to a faithlesse Iew:

833Come goe with me, pervse this as thou goest,

834Faire Iessica shall be my Torch-bearer. Exit.

836Iew. Well, thou shall see, thy eyes shall be thy iudge,

837The difference of old Shylocke and Bassanio;

838What Iessica, thou shalt not gurmandize

839As thou hast done with me: what Iessica?

840And sleepe, and snore, and rend apparrell out.

841Why Iessica I say.

842Clo. Why Iessica.

843Shy. Who bids thee call? I do not bid thee call.

844Clo. Your worship was wont to tell me

845I could doe nothing without bidding.

847Ies. Call you? what is your will?

848Shy. I am bid forth to supper Iessica,

849There are my Keyes: but wherefore should I go?

850I am not bid for loue, they flatttr me,

851But yet Ile goe in hate, to feede vpon

852The prodigall Christian. Iessica my girle,

853Looke to my house, I am right loath to goe,

854There is some ill a bruing towards my rest,

855For I did dreame of money bags to night.

856Clo. I beseech you sir goe, my yong Master

857Doth expect your reproach.

858Shy. So doe I his.

859Clo. And they haue conspired together, I will not say

860you shall see a Maske, but if you doe, then it was not for

861nothing that my nose fell a bleeding on blacke monday

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