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Enter SHYLOCK and LauncELOT.
Laun. Your worship was wont to tell me, 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.
- to feed upon
The prodigal Christian.] Shylock forgets his resolution. In a former scene he declares he will neither eat, drink, nor pray with Christians. Of this circumstance the poet was aware, and meant only to heighten the malignity of the character, by making him depart from his most settled resolve, for the prosecution of his revenge. STEEVENS.
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.. Shy. What; are there masques ? Hear you me,
I will go before, sir.
There will come a Christian by,
3- then it was not for nothing that my nose fell a bleeding on Black-Monday last,],« Black-Monday is Easter-Monday, and was so called on this occasion : in the 34th of Edward III. (1360) the 14th of April, and the morrow after Easter-day, King Ed. ward, with his host, lay before the city of Paris: which day was full of dark mist and hail, and so bitter cold, that many men died on their horses' backs with the cold. Wherefore, unto this day it hath been called the Blacke-Monday.” Stowe, p. 264-6.
Shy. The patch is kind enough; but a huge
feeder, Snail-slow in profit, and he sleeps by day More than the wild cat ; drones hive not with me; Therefore I part with him; and part with him To one that I would have him help to waste His borrow'd purse.—Well, Jessica, go in; Perhaps, I will return immediately; Do, as I bid you, Shut doors after you: Fast bind, fast find; A proverb never stale in thrifty mind. [Exit.
Jes. Farewell ; and if my fortune be not crost, I have a father, you a daughter, lost.
Enter GRATIANO and SALARINO, masqued. Gra. This is the pent-house, under which Lo
renzo Desir'd us to make stand. Salar.
His hour is almost past. Gra. And it is marvel he out-dwells his hour, For lovers ever run before the clock.
Salar. O, ten times faster Venus' pigeons fly To seal love's bonds new made, than they are wont, To keep obliged faith unforfeited!
Gra. That ever holds : who riseth from a feast, With that keen appetite that he sits down? Where is the horse that doth untread again His tedious measures with the unbated fire That he did pace them first? All things that are, Are with more spirit chased than enjoy’d.
6 The patch--) A term for a fool.
How like a younker, or a prodigal,
Enter LORENZO. Salar. Here comes Lorenzo ;-more of this here
after. Lor. Sweet friends, your patience for my long
abode; Not I, 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.
Enter Jessica above, in boy's clothes. Jes. Who are you? Tell me, for more certainty, Albeit I'll swear that I do know your tongue.
Lor. Lorenzo, and thy love.
Jes. Lorenzo, certain ; and my love, indeed ; For who love I so much? and now who knows, But you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours? Lör. Heaven, and thy thoughts, are witness that
thou art. Jes. Here, catch this casket; it is worth the pains. I am glad 'tis night, you do not look on me, For I am much asham’d, of my exchange: But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit; For if they could, Cupid himself would blush To see me thus transformed to a boy,
Lor. Descend, for you must be my torch-bearer.
Albentr. Lorenzo, certain ; and now who
scarfed bark -] i. e. the vessel decorated with Aags.
Jes. What, must I hold a candle to my shames?
So are you, sweet,
Jes. I will make fast the doors, and gild myself With some more ducats, and be with you straight.
[Erit, from above. Gra. Now, by my hood, a Gentile, and no Jew. : Lor. Beshrew me, but I love her heartily : For she is wise, if I can judge of her ; And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true; And true she is, as she hath prov'd herself ; And therefore, like herself, wise, fair, and true, Shall she be placed in my constant soul.
Enter Jessica, below.
[Exit with JESSICA and SALARINO.
Ant. Fye, fye, Gratiano! where are all the rest ?
Gra. I am glad on't; I desire no more delight, Than to be under sail, and gone to-night.
[Exeunt. VOL. III.