The Same. A Street. |
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Enter GRATIANO, LORENZO, SALARINO, and SALANIO. |
Lor. Nay, we will slink away in supper-time, |
Disguise us at my lodging, and return |
All in an hour. |
Gra. We have not made good preparation. |
Salar. We have not spoke us yet of torch-bearers. |
Salan. 'Tis vile, unless it may be quaintly order'd, |
And better, in my mind, not undertook. |
Lor. 'Tis now but four o'clock: we have two hours |
To furnish us. |
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Enter LAUNCELOT, with a letter. |
Friend Launcelot, what's the news? |
Laun. An it shall please you to break up this, it shall seem to signify. |
Lor. I know the hand: in faith, 'tis a fair hand; |
And whiter than the paper it writ on |
Is the fair hand that writ. |
Gra. Love news, in faith. |
Laun. By your leave, sir. |
Lor. Whither goest thou? |
Laun. Marry, sir, to bid my old master, the Jew, to sup to-night with my new master, the Christian. |
Lor. Hold here, take this: tell gentle Jessica |
I will not fail her; speak it privately. |
Go, gentlemen. [Exit LAUNCELOT. |
Will you prepare you for this masque to-night? |
I am provided of a torch-bearer. |
Salar. Ay, marry, I'll be gone about it straight. |
Salan. And so will I. |
Lor. Meet me and Gratiano |
At Gratiano's lodging some hour hence. |
Salar. 'Tis good we do so. [Exeunt SALARINO and SALANIO. |
Gra. Was not that letter from fair Jessica? |
Lor. I must needs tell thee all. She hath directed |
How I shall take her from her father's house; |
What gold and jewels she is furnish'd with; |
What page's suit she hath in readiness. |
If e'er the Jew her father come to heaven, |
It will be for his gentle daughter's sake; |
And never dare misfortune cross her foot, |
Unless she do it under this excuse, |
That she is issue to a faithless Jew. |
Come, go with me: peruse this as thou goest. |
Fair Jessica shall be my torch-bearer. [Exeunt. |
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