855851Grat. This is the penthouse vnder which Lorenzo

856852desired vs to make stand.

857853Sal. His howre is almost past.

858854Gra. And it is meruaile he out-dwells his howre,

859855for louers euer runne before the clocke.

860856Sal. O tenne times faster Venus pidgions flie

861857to seale loues bonds new made, then they are wont

862858to keepe obliged faith vnforfaited.

863859Gra. That euer holds: who riseth from a feast

864860with that keene appetite that he sits downe?

865861where is the horse that doth vntread againe

866862his tedious measures with the vnbated fire

867863that he did pace them first: all things that are

868864are with more spirit chased then enioyd.

869865How like a younger or a prodigall

870866the skarfed barke puts from her natiue bay

871867hugd and embraced by the strumpet wind,

872868how like the prodigall doth she returne

873869with ouer-wetherd ribbs and ragged sailes

874870leane, rent, and beggerd by the strumpet wind?

876872Sal. Heere comes Lorenzo, more of this hereafter.

877873Lor. Sweet freends, your patience for my long abode

878874not I but my affaires haue made you waite:

879875when you shall please to play the theeues for wiues

880876Ile watch as long for you then: approch

881877here dwels my father Iew. Howe whose within?

883879Iess. Who are you? tell me for more certainty,

884880Albeit Ile sweare that I doe know your tongue.

885881Lor. Lorenzo and thy loue.

886882Iessica. Lorenzo certaine, and my loue indeed,

887883for who loue I so much? and now who knowes

888884but you Lorenzo whether I am yours?

889885Lor. Heauen & thy thoughts are witnes that thou art.

890886Ies. Heere catch this casket, it is worth the paines,

891887I am glad tis night you doe not looke on me,

892888for I am much ashamde of my exchange:

893889But loue is blinde, and louers cannot see

894890The pretty follies that themselues commit,

895891for if they could, Cupid himselfe would blush

896892to see me thus trans-formed to a boy.

897893Lor. Descend, for you must be my torch-bearer.

898894Ies. What, must I hold a candle to my shames,

899895they in themselues goodsooth are too too light.

900896Why, tis an office of discouery loue,

901897and I should be obscurd.

902898Lor. So are you sweet

903899euen in the louely garnish of a boy, but come at once,

904900for the close night doth play the runaway,

905901and we are staid for at Bassanios feast.

906902Ies. I will make fast the doores & guild my selfe

907903with some mo ducats, and be with you straight.

908904Gra. Now by my hoode a gentle, and no Iew.

909905Lor. Beshrow me but I loue her hartilie,

D2 for

910906For she is wise, if I can iudge of her,

911907and faire she is, if that mine eyes be true,

912908and true she is, as she hath proou'd herselfe:

913909And therefore like herselfe, wise, faire, and true,

914910shall she be placed in my constant soule. Enter Iessica.

915911What, art thou come, on gentleman, away,

916912our masking mates by this time for vs stay. Exit.

918914An. Whose there?

919915Gra. Signior Anthonio?

920916Anth. Fie, fie Gratiano, where are all the rest?

921917Tis nine a clocke, our friends all stay for you,

922918No maske to night, the wind is come about

923919Bassanio presently will goe abord,

924920I haue sent twentie out to seeke for you.

925921Gra. I am glad ont, I desire no more delight

926922then to be vndersaile, and gone to night. Exeunt.