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To live in prayer and contemplation,
Lor. Madam, with all my heart;
Por. My people do already know my mind,
Lor. Fair thoughts and happy hours attend on you! Jef. I wish your ladyfhip all heart's content. Por. I thank you for your wifh, and am well-pleafed To wish it back on you: fare you well, Jeffica. [Exeunt Jef. and Lor..
As I have ever found thee honeft, true,
Bal. Madam, I go with all convenient speed. [Exit.
(14) In fpeed to Mantua;] Thus all the old Copies; and thus all the Modern Editors implicitly after them. But 'tis evident to any diligent Reader, that We must restore, as I have done, In Speed to Padua: For it was there, and not at Mantua, Bellario liv'd. So afterwards; A Messenger, with Letters from the Doctor, New come from Padua. And again, Came you from Padua, from Bellario? And again, It comes from Padua, from Bellario. Besides, Padua, not Mantua, is, the Place of Education for the Civil Law in Italy.
Por. Come on, Nerissa; I have work in hand, That you yet know not of: we'll see our husbands, Before they think of us.
Ner. Shall they see us?
Por. They fhall, Neriffa; but in fuch a habit,
Like a fine bragging youth; and tell quaint lies,
Ner. Shall we turn to men?
Por. Fie, what a question's that,
Enter Launcelot and Jessica.
Laun. Yes, truly for look you, the fins of the father are to be laid upon the children; therefore, I promife you, I fear you. I was always plain with you; and fo now I fpeak my agitation of the matter: therefore be of good cheer; for truly, I think, you are damn'd there is but one hope in it that can do you any good, and that is but a kind of baftard hope neither.
Jef. And what hope is that, I pray thee? Laun. Marry, you may partly hope that your father got you not, that you are not the Jew's daughter.
Jef. That were a kind of baftard hope, indeed; fo the fins of my mother should be vifited upon me.
Laun. Truly, then, I fear, you are damn'd both by father and mother; thus when you fhun Scylla, your father, you fall into Charybdis, your mother: well, you both are gone ways.
Jef. I fhall be faved by my husband; he hath made me a chriftian.
Laun. Truly, the more to blame he; we were chriftians enough before, e'en as many as could well live one by another: this making of chriftians will raise the price of hogs; if we grow all to be pork-eaters, we shall not fhortly have a rafher on the coals for mony.
Jef. I'll tell my husband, Launcelot, what you say:
here he comes.
Lor. I fhall grow jealous of you fhortly, Launcelot, you thus get my wife into corners. Jef. Nay, you need not fear us, Lorenzo; Launcelot and I are out; he tells me flatly, there is no mercy for me in heav'n, because I am a Jew's daughter: and he fays, you are no good member of the commonwealth; for, in converting Jews to chriftians, you raise the price of pork.
Lor. I fhall anfwer that better to the common-wealth, than you can the getting up of the negro's belly: the Moor is with child by you, Launcelot.
Laun. It is much, that the Moor fhould be more than reafon but if she be less than an honeft woman, she is indeed more than I took her for.
Lor. How every fool can play upon the word! I think, the best grace of wit will fhortly turn into filence, and difcourfe grow commendable in none but parrots. Go in, firrah, bid them prepare for dinner.
Laun. That is done, Sir; they have all stomachs.
Lor. Good lord, what a wit-fnapper are you! then bid them prepare dinner.
Laun. That is done too, Sir; only, cover is the word.
Lor. Will you cover then, Sir?
Laun. Not fo, Sir, neither; I know my duty.
Lor. Yet more quarrelling with occafion! wilt thou fhew the whole wealth of thy wit in an inftant? I pray thee understand a plain man in his plain meaning: go to thy fellows, bid them cover the table, ferve in the meat, and we will come in to dinner.
Laun. For the table, Sir, it fhall be ferv'd in; for the meat, Sir, it fhall be covered; for your coming in to dinner, Sir, why, let it be as humours and conceits fhall govern. [Exit Laun.
Lor. O dear difcretion, how his words are fuited!
Jef. Paft all expreffing: it is very meet,
In reafon he should never come to heav'n.
Why, if two Gods fhould play fome heav'nly match,
Lor. Even fuch a husband
Haft thou of me, as fhe is for a wife.
Jef. Nay, but ask my opinion too of that.
Lor. No, pray thee, let it ferve for table-talk; Then, how foe'er thou speak'ft, 'mong other things, I fhall digeft it.
Jef. Well, I'll fet you forth.
SCENE, the Senate-houfe in VENICE.
Enter the Duke, the Senators; Anthonio, Baffanio, and Gratiano, at the Bar.
HAT, is Anthonio here?
Ant. Ready, fo please your Grace.
Duke. I'm forry for thee; thou art come to
A ftony adverfary, an inhuman wretch
Your Grace hath ta'en great pains to qualifie
Duke. Go one, and call the Jew into the Court
Duke. Make room, and let him ftand before our face. Shylock, the world thinks, and I think fo too, That thou but lead'it this fafhion' of thy malice To the last hour of act; and then 'tis thought, Thoul't fhew thy mercy and remorfe more itrange,