Mistress, look out at window for all this; There will come a Christian by, [Exit LAUN. Shy. What says that fool of Hagar's offspring, ha? Jes. His words were, Farewell, 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; 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 crossed, I have a father, you a daughter, lost. [Exit. SCENE VI. The same. Enter GRATIANO and Gra. This is the pent-house, under which Lorenzo Desired us to make stand. Salar. His hour is almost past. Gra. And it is marvel he outdwells his hour, Salar. O, ten times faster Venus' pigeons fly Gra. That ever holds. Who riseth from a feast That he did pace them first? All things that are, Enter LORENZO. Salar. Here comes Lorenzo; -more of this hereafter. 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, Enter JESSICA above, in Boy's Clothes. Jes. Who are you? Tell me for more certainty, Jes. Lorenzo, certain; and my love indeed; 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 ashamed 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 obscured. 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 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. For she is wise, if I can judge of her; Enter JESSICA, below. What, art thou come?-On, gentlemen, away; [Exit with JESSICA and SALARINO. Ant. Who's there? Enter ANTONIO. Gra. Seignior Antonio? Ant. Fie, fie, Gratiano! Where are all the rest? 'Tis nine o'clock; our friends all stay for you.No mask 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. SCENE VII. Belmont. A Room in Portia's House. Flourish of Cornets. Enter PORTIA, with the Prince of Morocco, and both their Por. Go, draw aside the curtains, and discover Mor. The first, of gold, who this inscription bears;- Por. The one of them contains my picture, prince; If you choose that, then I am yours withal. Mor. Some god direct my judgment! let me see; I will survey the inscriptions back again. What says this leaden casket? Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he hath. Do it in hope of fair advantages: A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross; Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves. And yet to be afeard of my deserving, One of these three contains her heavenly picture. Was set in worse than gold. They have in England Lies all within. - Deliver me the key; Por. There, take it, prince, and if my form lie there, Then I am yours. Mor. [He unlocks the golden casket. O hell what have we here? A carrion death, within whose empty eye There is a written scroll. I'll read the writing. All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told; Cold, indeed; and labor lost. Then, farewell, heat; and welcome, frost. Portia, adieu! I have too grieved a heart To take a tedious leave; thus losers part. [Exit. [Exeunt. SCENE VIII. Venice. A Street. Enter SALARINO and SALANIO. Salar. Why, man, I saw Bassanio under sail; With him is Gratiano gone along; And in their ship, I am sure, Lorenzo is not. Salan. The villain Jew with outcries raised the duke; Who went with him to search Bassanio's ship. Salar. He came too late; the ship was under sail; But there the duke was given to understand, That in a gondola were seen together Lorenzo and his amorous Jessica. Besides, Antonio certified the duke, They were not with Bassanio in his ship. Salan. I never heard a passion so confused, Of double ducats, stolen from me by my daughter! Salar. Why, all the boys in Venice follow him, Salar. Salan. You were best to tell Antonio what you hear; Yet do not suddenly, for it may grieve him. |