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I am provided of a torch-bearer. - [Exit Laun:
Sol. Ay, marry, I'll be gone about it straight.
Lor. Meet me, and Gratiano,
Sol. 'Tis good we do so. [Exeunt Sala. and Solan.
Lor. I must needs tell thee all : she hath directed,
S CE NE V.
Enter Shylock, and Launcelot.
Laun. Why, Jellica !
gormandize, ]-feed fo plentifully,
Laun. Your worfhip was wont to tell me, that I could do nothing without bidding.
Shy. I am bid forth to supper, Jessica;
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 masque ; 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.
Sby. What are there masques ? Hear you me, Jessica: Lock up my doors ; and when you hear the drum, And the vile squeaking of the wry-neck'd fife, Clamber not you up to the casements then, Nor thrust your head into the publick street, To gaze on Christian fools with * varnish'd faces : But stop my house's ears, I mean, my casements; Let not the sound of shallow foppery enter My sober house.—By Jacob's staff, I swear,
u my nose fell a bleeding]-bleeding at the nose was accounted ominous.
w black-monday]—so called because remarkably dark and cold : EafterMonday April 14th 1360, when many of the host of K. Edward III, then lying before Paris, perished on their horses' backs, through the inclemency of the weather.
I have no mind of feasting forth to night: ,
Laun. I will go before, fir.
There will come a Chriftian by,
Will be worth a Jewess' eye. [Exit Laun.
Shy. The 'patch is kind enough ; but a huge feeder,
[Exit. Jef. Farewel ; and if my fortune be not crost, I have a father, you a daughter, loft. ; [Exit.
S CE N E VI.
Sol. His hour is paft.
Gra. And it is marvel he out-dwells his hour, For lovers ever run before the clock.
Sol. O, ten times faster ? Venus' pigeons fly y patch]-varlet.
2 Venus' pigeons]— love's votaries.. VOL. II.
To seal love's bonds new made, than they are wont,
Gra. That ever holds : Who riseth from a feast,
: Enter Lorenzo.
Lor. Sweet friends, your patience for my long abode; Not J, but my affairs, have made you wait : When you shall 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 ?
Jelica above in boy's cloaths.
Lor. Lorenzo, and thy love.
Jef. Lorenzo, certain ; and my love, indeed ; For who love I lo much ? and now who knows, But you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours?
Lor. Heaven, and thy thoughts, are witness that thou art. Yes. Here, catch this casket; it is worth the pains.
• karfed bark]-in gallant or full trim, in all her bravery. s over-weatber'd ribs,)-damaged sides over-witber'd.
I am glad 'tis night, you do not look on me,
Lor. Descend, for you must be my torch-bearer.
Jes. What, must I hold a candle to my shames ?
Lor. So are you, sweet,
Jef. I will make fast the doors, and gild myself
[Exit, from above. Gra. Now, by my hood, a Gentile, and no Jew.
Lor. Beshrew me, but I love her heartily :
Enter Jessica, below.
[Exit, with Jesica &c.
s by my hood,]-habit, a monkish oath.
Gentile,]-(a pun) - heathen, and well born-gentle.