| The Same. | 
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| 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. | 
| 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. | 
| 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 the prodigal doth she return, | 
| With over-weather'd ribs and ragged sails, | 
| Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind! | 
| Salar.  Here comes Lorenzo: more of this hereafter. | 
|  | 
| Enter LORENZO. | 
| 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 whom 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. | 
| Lor.  Descend, for you must be my torch-bearer. | 
| Jes.  What! must I hold a candle to my shames? | 
| They in themselves, good sooth, are too-too light. | 
| 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 runaway, | 
| And we are stay'd 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 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. | 
| What, art thou come? On, gentlemen; away! | 
| Our masquing mates by this time for us stay.  [Exit with JESSICA and SALARINO. | 
|  | 
| Enter ANTONIO. | 
| Ant.  Who's there? | 
| Gra.  Signior Antonio! | 
| 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 come about; | 
| Bassanio 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.  [Exeunt. | 
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