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. |
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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? |
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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. |
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Enter JESSICA. |
What, art thou come? On, gentlemen; away! |
Our masquing mates by this time for us stay. [Exit with JESSICA and SALARINO. |
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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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