And sleep and snore, and rend apparel out;
Why, Jessica, I say!

Laun. Why, Jessica!

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

call.

Laun. Your Worship was wont to tell me, could do nothing without bidding.

Enter JESSICA.

Jes. Call you? What is your will?

Shy. I am bid forth to supper, Jessica;'

I

There are my keys:

But wherefore should

I go?

-

I am not bid for love; they flatter me:
But yet I'll go in hate, to feed upon
The prodigal Christian. Jessica, my girl,
Look to my house: I am right loth to go;
There is some ill a brewing towards my rest,
For 1 did dream of money-bags to-night.

Laun. 1 beseech you, Sir, go; my young master doth expect your reproach.

Shy. So do I his.

Laun. And they have conspired together,

do,

I

will not say, you shall see a masque; but if you 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 Ashwednesday was four year in the afternoon. Shy. 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 fise,
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,

I have no mind of feasting forth to-night:

But I will go.
Say, I will come.

Go you before me, sirrah;

Laun. I will go before, Sir.

Mistress, look out at window, for all this;
There will come a Christian by,
Will be worth a Jewess' eye. [Exit LAUN.
Shy. What says that fool of Hagar's offspring, ha?
Jes. His words were, Farewel, mistress; nothing

else.

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. Farewel; and if my fortune be not crost, I have a father, you a daughter, lost.

SCENE VI.

The same.

[Exit.

Enter GRATIANO, and SALARINO, masqued.

Gra. This is the penthouse, under which

Lorenzo

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.

Sular. 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.
How like a younker, or a prodigal,

The scarfed bark puts from her native bay,
Hugg'd and embraced by the strumpet wind!
How like a prodigal doth she return;

With over-weather'd ribs, and ragged sails,
Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind!

Enter LORENZO.

Salar. Here comes Lorenzo;

hereafter.

more of this

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.

Here dwells my father Jew:

within?

Approach;
Ho who's

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?

Lor. 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.

Jes. What, must I hold a candle to my

shames?

They in themselves, good sooth,

light.

are too too,

Why, 'tis an office of discovery, love;
And I should be obscur'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 staid for at Bassanio's feast.

Jes. I will make fast the doors, and gild myself With some more ducats, and be with you straight. [Exit, 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.

Our masquing mates by this time for us stay. [Exit, with JESSICA and SALARINO.

Ant. Fie, fie, Gratiano! where are all the rest? 'Tis nine o'clock; our friends all stay for you:No masque to-night; the wind is cóme about, Bassiano presently will go aboard:

I have sent twenty out to seek for you.

Gra. I am glad on't; I desire no more delight. Than to be under sail, and gone to night.

Por. Go, draw aside the curtains, and discover The several caskets to this noble Prince:

Now make your choice.

Mor. The first, of gold, who this inscription

Who chooseth me,

shall gain what many men desire.

The second, silver, which this promise carries;