LORENZO

Well, we will leave you then till dinner time. I must be one of these same dumb wise men, For Gratiano never lets me speak. Nay, we will slink away in supper time, Disguise us at my lodging, and return all in and hour. 'Tis now but four of clock, we have two hours To furnish us; friend Lancelet whats the news. I know the hand, in faith 'tis a fair hand, And whiter then the paper it writ on Is the fair hand that writ. Whither goest thou. Hold here take this, tell gentle Iessica I will not fail her, speak it privately, Go Gentlemen, will you prepare you for this mask to night, I am provided of a Torchbearer. Meet me and Gratiano at Gratianos lodging Some hour hence. 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 furnished with, What Pages suit she hath in readiness, If ere the Jew her Father come to heaven, It will be for his gentle daughters 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 Torchbearer. I shall grow jealous of you shortly Lancelet, if you thus get my wife into corners? I shall answer that better to the commonwealth than you can the getting up of the Negroes belly: the More is with child by you Lancelet? How every fool can play upon the word, I think the best grace of wit will shortly turn into silence, and discourse grow commendable in none only but Parrats: go in sirrah, bid them prepare for dinner? Goodly Lord what a wit snapper are you, than bid them prepare dinner? to offices of tender courtesy: We all expect a gentle answer Jew? In such a night stood Dido with a willow in her hand upon the wild sea banks, and waft her Love to come again to Carthage. In such a night did Iessica steal from the wealthy Jew, and with and unthrift love did run from Venice, as far as Belmont. In such a night did pretty Iessica (Like a little shrow) slander her Love, and he forgave it her. Who comes so fast in silence of the night? A friend, what friend, your name I pray you friend? Who comes with her? He is not, nor we have not herd from him, But go we in I pray thee Iessica, and ceremoniously let us prepare some welcome for the Mistress of the house. Who calls? Leave hollowing man, here. Here? Let's in, and there expect their coming. And yet no matter: why should we go in. My friend Stephen, signify pray you within the house, your mistress is at hand, and bring your music forth into the air. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank, here will we fit, and let the sounds of music creep in our ears soft stillness, and the night become the tutches of sweet harmony: fit Iessica, look how the floor of heaven is thick inlayed with pattens of bright gold, there's not the smallest orb which thou beholdest but in his motion Like and Angel sings, still choiring to the young eyed Cherubins; such harmony is in immortal souls, but while this muddy vesture of decay doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it: Come hoe, and wake Diana with a himne, with sweetest tutches pierce your mistress ear, and draw her home with music. The reason is your spirits are attentive: for do but note a wild and wanton herd or raze of youthful and unhandled colts fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neghing loud, which is the hight condition of their blood, if they but hear perchance a trumpet found, or any air of music touch their ears, you shall perceive them make a mutual stand, their savage eyes turned to a modest gaze, by the sweet power of music: therefore the Poet did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods. Since nought so stockish hard and full of rage, but music for the time does change his nature, the man that hath no music in himself, nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils, the motions of his spirit are dull as night, and his affections dark as Terebus: let no such man be trusted: mark the music. That is the voice, or I am much deceived of Portia. Dear Lady welcome home? Madam, they are not yet: but there is come a Messenger before to signify their coming? Your husband is at hand, I hear his trumpet, we are no telltales Madame, fear you not. Fair Ladies, you drop Manna in the way of starved people. Sweet Friends, your patience for my long abided 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. How whose within? Lorenzo and thy love. Heaven & thy thoughts are witness that thou art. Descend, for you must be my torchbearer. So are you sweet even in the lovely garnish of a boy, but come at once, for the close night does play the runaway, and we are stayed for at Bassanios feast. Beshrew me but I love her heartily, A coin that bears the figure of and Angel stamped in gold, but thats insculpt upon: But here and Angel in a golden bed lies all within. Deliver me the key: here do I choose, and thrive I as I may. I thank your honour, for my partly my Lord my purpose was not to have seen you here, but meeting with Salerio by the way he did entreat me passed all saying nay to come with him along. Madam, although I speak it in your presence, you have a noble and a true conceit of godlike amity, which appears most strongly in bearing thus the absence of your Lord. But if you knew to whom you show this honour, how true a gentleman you send relief, how decree a lover of my Lord your husband, I know you would be prouder of the work then customary bounty can enforce you. Fair thoughts and happy hours attend on you. The moon shines bright. In such a night as this, when the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, and they did make no noise, in such a night Troilus me thinks mounted the Trojan walls, and sighed his soul towards the Grecian tents where Cressed lay that night. Madame, with all my heart, I shall obey you in all fair commands.