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The Merchant of Venice. Bass.
[470]
You shall not seale to such a bond for me, Ile rather dwell in my necessitie.
Ant. Why feare not man, I will not forfaite it, Within these two months, that's a month before This bond expires, I doe expect returne
[475]
Of thrice three times the valew of this bond.
Shy. O father Abram, what these Christians are, Whose owne hard dealings teaches them suspect The thoughts of others: Praie you tell me this, If he should breake his daie, what should I gaine
[480]
By the exaction of the forfeiture? A pound of mans flesh taken from a man, Is not so estimable, profitable neither As flesh of Muttons, Beefes, or Goates, I say To buy his fauour, I extend this friendship,
[485]
If he will take it, so: if not adiew, And for my loue I praie you wrong me not.
Ant.

Yes Shylocke, I will seale vnto this bond.

Shy. Then meete me forthwith at the Notaries, Giue him direction for this merrie bond,
[490]
And I will goe and purse the ducats straite. See to my house left in the fearefull gard Of an vnthriftie knaue: and presentlie Ile be with you.
Exit. Ant.

Hie thee gentle Iew. This Hebrew will turne

[495]

Christian, he growes kinde.

Bass. I like not faire tearmes, and a villaines minde. Ant. Come on, in this there can be no dismaie, My Shippes come home a month before the daie. Exeunt.
Actus Secundus. [Act 2, Scene 1] Enter Morochus a tawnie Moore all in white, and three or foure followers accordingly, with Portia, Nerrissa, and their traine. Flo. Cornets. Mor. Mislike me not for my complexion,
[500]
The shadowed liuerie of the burnisht sunne, To whom I am a neighbour, and neere bred. Bring me the fairest creature North‑ward borne, Where Phoebus fire scarce thawes the ysicles, And let vs make incision for your loue,
[505]
To proue whose blood is reddest, his or mine. I tell thee Ladie this aspect of mine Hath feard the valiant, (by my loue I sweare) The best regarded Virgins of our Clyme Haue lou'd it to: I would not change this hue,
[510]
Except to steale your thoughts my gentle Queene.
Por. In tearmes of choise I am not solie led By nice direction of a maidens eies: Besides, the lottrie of my destenie Bars me the right of voluntarie choosing:
[515]
But if my Father had not scanted me, And hedg'd me by his wit to yeelde my selfe His wife, who wins me by that meanes I told you, Your selfe (renowned Prince) than stood as faire As any commer I haue look'd on yet
[520]
For my affection.
Mor. Euen for that I thanke you, Therefore I pray you leade me to the Caskets To trie my fortune: By this Symitare

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That slew the Sophie, and a Persian Prince
[525]
That won three fields of Sultan Solyman, I would ore‑stare the sternest eies that looke: Out‑braue the heart most daring on the earth: Plucke the yong sucking Cubs from the she Beare, Yea, mocke the Lion when he rores for pray
[530]
To win the Ladie. But alas, the while If Hercules and Lychas plaie at dice Which is the better man, the greater throw May turne by fortune from the weaker hand: So is Alcides beaten by his rage,
[535]
And so may I, blinde fortune leading me Misse that which one vnworthier may attaine, And die with grieuing.
Port. You must take your chance, And either not attempt to choose at all,
[540]
Or sweare before you choose, if you choose wrong Neuer to speake to Ladie afterward In way of marriage, therefore be aduis'd.
Mor. Nor will not, come bring me vnto my chance. Por. First forward to the temple, after dinner
[545]
Your hazard shall be made.
Mor. Good fortune then, Cornets. To make me blest or cursed'st among men. Exeunt.
[Act 2, Scene 2] Enter the Clowne alone. Clo.

Certainely, my conscience will serue me to run

from this Iew my Maister: the fiend is at mine elbow,

[550]

and tempts me, saying to me, Iobbe, Launcelet Iobbe , good

Launcelet, or good Iobbe, or good Launcelet Iobbe, vse

your legs, take the start, run awaie: my conscience saies

no; take heede honest Launcelet, take heed honest Iobbe,

or as afore‑said honest Launcelet Iobbe, doe not runne,

[555]

scorne running with thy heeles; well, the most coragi­

ous fiend bids me packe, fia saies the fiend, away saies

the fiend, for the heauens rouse vp a braue minde saies

the fiend, and run; well, my conscience hanging about

the necke of my heart, saies verie wisely to me: my ho­

[560]

nest friend Launcelet, being an honest mans sonne, or ra­

ther an honest womans sonne, for indeede my Father did

something smack, something grow too; he had a kinde of

taste; wel, my conscience saies Lancelet bouge not, bouge

saies the siend fiend , bouge not saies my conscience, conscience

[565]

say I you counsaile well, fiend say I you counsaile well,

to be rul'd by my conscience I should stay with the Iew

my Maister, (who God blesse the marke) is a kinde of di­

uell; and to run away from the Iew I should be ruled by

the fiend, who sauing your reuerence is the diuell him­

[570]

selfe: certainely the Iew is the verie diuell incarnation,

and in my conscience, my conscience is a kinde of hard

conscience, to offer to counsaile me to stay with the Iew;

the fiend giues the more friendly counsaile: I will runne

fiend, my heeles are at your commandement, I will

[575]

runne.

Enter old Gobbo with a Basket. Gob.

Maister yong‑man, you I praie you, which is the

waie to Maister Iewes?

Lan.

O heauens, this is my true begotten Father, who

being more then sand‑blinde, high grauel blinde, knows

[580]

me not, I will trie confusions with him.

Gob.

Maister yong Gentleman, I praie you which is

the waie to Maister Iewes.

Laun.

Turne vpon your right hand at the next tur­ ning

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[Act 2, Scene 2] Enter the Clowne alone. Clo.

Certainely, my conscience will serue me to run

from this Iew my Maister: the fiend is at mine elbow,

[550]

and tempts me, saying to me, Iobbe, Launcelet Iobbe , good

Launcelet, or good Iobbe, or good Launcelet Iobbe, vse

your legs, take the start, run awaie: my conscience saies

no; take heede honest Launcelet, take heed honest Iobbe,

or as afore‑said honest Launcelet Iobbe, doe not runne,

[555]

scorne running with thy heeles; well, the most coragi­

ous fiend bids me packe, fia saies the fiend, away saies

the fiend, for the heauens rouse vp a braue minde saies

the fiend, and run; well, my conscience hanging about

the necke of my heart, saies verie wisely to me: my ho­

[560]

nest friend Launcelet, being an honest mans sonne, or ra­

ther an honest womans sonne, for indeede my Father did

something smack, something grow too; he had a kinde of

taste; wel, my conscience saies Lancelet bouge not, bouge

saies the siend fiend , bouge not saies my conscience, conscience

[565]

say I you counsaile well, fiend say I you counsaile well,

to be rul'd by my conscience I should stay with the Iew

my Maister, (who God blesse the marke) is a kinde of di­

uell; and to run away from the Iew I should be ruled by

the fiend, who sauing your reuerence is the diuell him­

[570]

selfe: certainely the Iew is the verie diuell incarnation,

and in my conscience, my conscience is a kinde of hard

conscience, to offer to counsaile me to stay with the Iew;

the fiend giues the more friendly counsaile: I will runne

fiend, my heeles are at your commandement, I will

[575]

runne.

Enter old Gobbo with a Basket. Gob.

Maister yong‑man, you I praie you, which is the

waie to Maister Iewes?

Lan.

O heauens, this is my true begotten Father, who

being more then sand‑blinde, high grauel blinde, knows

[580]

me not, I will trie confusions with him.

Gob.

Maister yong Gentleman, I praie you which is

the waie to Maister Iewes.

Laun.

Turne vpon your right hand at the next tur­

ning but at the next turning of all on your left; marrie

[585]

at the verie next turning, turne of no hand, but turn down

indirectlie to the Iewes house.

Gob.

Be Gods sonties 'twill be a hard waie to hit, can

you tell me whether one Launcelet that dwels with him,

dwell with him or no.

Laun.
[590]

Talke you of yong Master Launcelet, marke

me now, now will I raise the waters; talke you of yong

Maister Launcelet?

Gob.

No Maister sir, but a poore mans sonne, his Fa­

ther though I say't is an honest exceeding poore man,

[595]

and God be thanked well to liue.

Lan.

Well, let his Father be what a will, wee talke of

yong Maister Launcelet.

Gob.

Your worships friend and Launcelet.

Laun.

But I praie you ergo old man, ergo I beseech you,

[600]

talke you of yong Maister Launcelet.

Gob.

Of Launcelet, ant please your maistership.

Lan.

Ergo Maister Lancelet, talke not of maister Lance­ let Father, for the yong gentleman according to fates and

destinies, and such odde sayings, the sisters three, & such

[605]

branches of learning, is indeede deceased, or as you

would say in plaine tearmes, gone to heauen.

Gob.

Marrie God forbid, the boy was the verie staffe

of my age, my verie prop.

Lau.

Do I look like a cudgell or a houell‑post, a staffe

[610]

or a prop: doe you know me Father.

Gob.

Alacke the day, I know you not yong Gentle­

man, but I praie you tell me, is my boy God rest his soule

aliue or dead.

Lan.

Doe you not know me Father.

Gob.
[615]

Alacke sir I am sand blinde, I know you not.

Lan.

Nay, indeede if you had your eies you might

faile of the knowing me: it is a wise Father that knowes

his owne childe. Well, old man, I will tell you newes of

your son, giue me your blessing, truth will come to light,

[620]

murder cannot be hid long, a mans sonne may, but in the

end truth will out.

Gob.

Praie you sir stand vp, I am sure you are not

Lancelet my boy.

Lan.

Praie you let's haue no more fooling about

[625]

it, but giue mee your blessing: I am Lancelet your

boy that was, your sonne that is, your childe that

shall be.

Gob.

I cannot thinke you are my sonne.

Lan.

I know not what I shall thinke of that: but I am

[630]

Lancelet the Iewes man, and I am sure Margerie your wife

is my mother.

Gob.

Her name is Margerie indeede, Ile be sworne if

thou be Lancelet, thou art mine owne flesh and blood:

Lord worshipt might he be, what a beard hast thou got;

[635]

thou hast got more haire on thy chin, then Dobbin my

philhorse has on his taile.

Lan.

It should seeme then that Dobbins taile

growes backeward. I am sure he had more haire of his

taile then I haue of my face when I lost saw him.

Gob.
[640]

Lord how art thou chang'd: how doost thou

and thy Master agree, I haue brought him a present; how

gree you now?

Lan.

Well, well, but for mine owne part, as I haue set

vp my rest to run awaie, so I will not rest till I haue run

[645]

some ground; my Maister's a verie Iew, giue him a pre­

sent, giue him a halter, I am famisht in his seruice. You

may tell euerie finger I haue with my ribs: Father I am

glad you are come, giue me your present to one Maister

Bassanio, who indeede giues rare new Liuories, if I serue

[650]

not him, I will run as far as God has anie ground. O rare

fortune, here comes the man, to him Father, for I am a

Iew if I serue the Iew anie longer.

Enter Bassanio with a follower or two. Bass.

You may doe so, but let it be so hasted that

supper be readie at the farthest by fiue of the clocke:

[655]

see these Letters deliuered, put the Liueries to mak­

ing, and desire Gratiano to come anone to my lodg­

ing.

Lan.

To him Father.

Gob.

God blesse your worship.

Bass.
[660]

Gramercie, would'st thou ought with me.

Gob.

Here's my sonne sir, a poore boy.

Lan.

Not a poore boy sir, but the rich Iewes man that

would sir as my Father shall specifie.

Gob.

He hath a great infection sir, as one would say

[665]

to serue.

Lan.

Indeede the short and the long is, I serue the

Iew, and haue a desire as my Father shall specifie.

Gob.

His Maister and he (sauing your worships reue­

rence) are scarce caterco ins.

Lan.
[670]

To be briefe, the verie truth is, that the Iew

hauing done me wrong, doth cause me as my Father be­

ing I hope an old man shall frutifie vnto you.

Gob.

I haue here a dish of Doues that I would bestow

vpon your worship, and my suite is.

Lan.
[675]

In verie briefe, the suite is impertinent to my

selfe, as your worship shall know by this honest old man,

and though I say it, though old man, yet poore man my

Father.

Bass.

One speake for both, what would you?

Lan.
[680]

Serue you sir.

Gob.

That is the verie defect of the matter sir.

Bass. I know thee well, thou hast obtain'd thy suite, Shylocke thy Maister spoke with me this daie, And hath prefer'd thee, if it be preferment
[685]
To leaue a rich Iewes seruice, to become The follower of so poore a Gentleman.
Clo.

The old prouerbe is verie well parted betweene

my Maister Shylocke and you sir, you haue the grace of

God sir, and he hath enough.

Bass.
[690]
Thou speak'st well; go Father with thy Son, Take leaue of thy old Maister, and enquire My lodging out, giue him a Liuerie More garded then his fellowes: see it done.
Clo.

Father in, I cannot get a seruice, no, I haue nere

[695]

a tongue in my head, well: if anie man in Italie haue a

fairer table which doth offer to sweare vpon a booke, I

shall haue good fortune; goe too, here's a simple line

of life, here's a small trifle of wiues, alas, fifteene wiues

is nothing, a leuen widdowes and nine maides is a sim­

[700]

ple comming in for one man, and then to scape drow­

ning thrice, and to be in perill of my life with the edge

of a featherbed, here are simple scapes: well, if Fortune

be a woman, she's a good wench for this gere: Father

come, Ile take my leaue of the Iew in the twinkling.

Exit Clowne. Bass.
[705]
I praie thee good Leonardo thinke on this, These things being bought and orderly bestowed Returne in haste, for I doe feast to night My best esteemd acquaintance, hie thee goe.
Leon. My best endeuors shall be done herein. Exit. Le. Enter Gratiano. Gra.
[710]

Where's your Maister.

Leon.

Yonder sir he walkes.

Gra.

Signior Bassanio.

Bas.

Gratiano.

Gra.

I haue a sute to you.

Bass.
[715]

You haue obtain'd it.

Gra.

You must not denie me, I must goe with you to

Belmont.

Bass. Why then you must: but heare thee Gratiano, Thou art to wilde, to rude, and bold of voyce,
[720]
Parts that become thee happily enough, And in such eyes as ours appeare not faults; But where they are not knowne, why there they show Something too liberall, pray thee take paine To allay with some cold drops of modestie
[725]
Thy skipping spirit, least through thy wilde behauiour I be misconsterd in the place I goe to, And loose my hopes.
Gra. Signor Bassanio, heare me, If I doe not put on a sober habite,
[730]
Talke with respect, and sweare but now and than, Weare prayer bookes in my pocket, looke demurely, Nay more, while grace is saying hood mine eyes Thus with my hat, and sigh and say Amen: Vse all the obseruance of ciuillitie
[735]
Like one well studied in a sad ostent To please his Grandam, neuer trust me more.
Bas.

Well, we shall see your bearing.

Gra. Nay but I barre to night, you shall not gage me By what we doe to night. Bas.
[740]
No that were pittie, I would intreate you rather to put on Your boldest suite of mirth, for we haue friends That purpose merriment: but far you well, I haue some businesse.
Gra.
[745]
And I must to Lorenso and the rest, But we will visite you at supper time.
Exeunt.
 

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      <p n="615">Alacke sir I am sand blinde, I know you not.</p>
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   <sp who="#F-mv-lau">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lan.</speaker>
      <p n="616">Nay, indeede if you had your eies you might
      <lb n="617"/>faile of the knowing me: it is a wise Father that knowes
      <lb n="618"/>his owne childe. Well, old man, I will tell you newes of
      <lb n="619"/>your son, giue me your blessing, truth will come to light,
      <lb n="620"/>murder cannot be hid long, a mans sonne may, but in the
      <lb n="621"/>end truth will out.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mv-gob">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gob.</speaker>
      <p n="622">Praie you sir stand vp, I am sure you are not
      <lb n="623"/>
         <hi rend="italic">Lancelet</hi>my boy.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mv-lau">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lan.</speaker>
      <p n="624">Praie you let's haue no more fooling about
      <lb n="625"/>it, but giue mee your blessing: I am<hi rend="italic">Lancelet</hi>your
      <lb n="626"/>boy that was, your sonne that is, your childe that
      <lb n="627"/>shall be.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mv-gob">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gob.</speaker>
      <p n="628">I cannot thinke you are my sonne.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mv-lau">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lan.</speaker>
      <p n="629">I know not what I shall thinke of that: but I am
      <lb n="630"/>
         <hi rend="italic">Lancelet</hi>the<hi rend="italic">Iewes</hi>man, and I am sure<hi rend="italic">Margerie</hi>your wife
      <lb n="631"/>is my mother.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mv-gob">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gob.</speaker>
      <p n="632">Her name is<hi rend="italic">Margerie</hi>indeede, Ile be sworne if
      <lb n="633"/>thou be<hi rend="italic">Lancelet</hi>, thou art mine owne flesh and blood:
      <lb n="634"/>Lord worshipt might he be, what a beard hast thou got;
      <lb n="635"/>thou hast got more haire on thy chin, then Dobbin my
      <lb n="636"/>philhorse has on his taile.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mv-lau">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lan.</speaker>
      <p n="637">It should seeme then that Dobbins taile
      <lb n="638"/>growes backeward. I am sure he had more haire of his
      <lb n="639"/>taile then I haue of my face when I lost saw him.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mv-gob">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gob.</speaker>
      <p n="640">Lord how art thou chang'd: how doost thou
      <lb n="641"/>and thy Master agree, I haue brought him a present; how
      <lb n="642"/>gree you now?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mv-lau">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lan.</speaker>
      <p n="643">Well, well, but for mine owne part, as I haue set
      <lb n="644"/>vp my rest to run awaie, so I will not rest till I haue run
      <lb n="645"/>some ground; my Maister's a verie<hi rend="italic">Iew</hi>, giue him a pre­
      <lb n="646"/>sent, giue him a halter, I am famisht in his seruice. You
      <lb n="647"/>may tell euerie finger I haue with my ribs: Father I am
      <lb n="648"/>glad you are come, giue me your present to one Maister
      <lb n="649"/>
         <hi rend="italic">Bassanio</hi>, who indeede giues rare new Liuories, if I serue<cb n="2"/>
         
      <lb n="650"/>not him, I will run as far as God has anie ground. O rare
      <lb n="651"/>fortune, here comes the man, to him Father, for I am a
      <lb n="652"/>
         <hi rend="italic">Iew</hi>if I serue the<hi rend="italic">Iew</hi>anie longer.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Bassanio with a follower or two.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-mv-bas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bass.</speaker>
      <p n="653">You may doe so, but let it be so hasted that
      <lb n="654"/>supper be readie at the farthest by fiue of the clocke:
      <lb n="655"/>see these Letters deliuered, put the Liueries to mak­
      <lb n="656"/>ing, and desire<hi rend="italic">Gratiano</hi>to come anone to my lodg­
      <lb n="657"/>ing.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mv-lau">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lan.</speaker>
      <p n="658">To him Father.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mv-gob">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gob.</speaker>
      <p n="659">God blesse your worship.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mv-bas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bass.</speaker>
      <p n="660">Gramercie, would'st thou ought with me.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mv-gob">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gob.</speaker>
      <p n="661">Here's my sonne sir, a poore boy.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mv-lau">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lan.</speaker>
      <p n="662">Not a poore boy sir, but the rich<hi rend="italic">Iewes</hi>man that
      <lb n="663"/>would sir as my Father shall specifie.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mv-gob">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gob.</speaker>
      <p n="664">He hath a great infection sir, as one would say
      <lb n="665"/>to serue.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mv-lau">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lan.</speaker>
      <p n="666">Indeede the short and the long is, I serue the
      <lb n="667"/>
         <hi rend="italic">Iew</hi>, and haue a desire as my Father shall specifie.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mv-gob">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gob.</speaker>
      <p n="668">His Maister and he (sauing your worships reue­
      <lb n="669"/>rence) are scarce caterco<gap extent="1"
              unit="chars"
              reason="illegible"
              agent="partiallyInkedType"
              resp="#LMC"/>ins.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mv-lau">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lan.</speaker>
      <p n="670">To be briefe, the verie truth is, that the<hi rend="italic">Iew</hi>
         
      <lb n="671"/>hauing done me wrong, doth cause me as my Father be­
      <lb n="672"/>ing I hope an old man shall frutifie vnto you.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mv-gob">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gob.</speaker>
      <p n="673">I haue here a dish of Doues that I would bestow
      <lb n="674"/>vpon your worship, and my suite is.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mv-lau">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lan.</speaker>
      <p n="675">In verie briefe, the suite is impertinent to my
      <lb n="676"/>selfe, as your worship shall know by this honest old man,
      <lb n="677"/>and though I say it, though old man, yet poore man my
      <lb n="678"/>Father.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mv-bas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bass.</speaker>
      <p n="679">One speake for both, what would you?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mv-lau">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lan.</speaker>
      <p n="680">Serue you sir.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mv-gob">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gob.</speaker>
      <p n="681">That is the verie defect of the matter sir.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mv-bas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bass.</speaker>
      <l n="682">I know thee well, thou hast obtain'd thy suite,</l>
      <l n="683">
         <hi rend="italic">Shylocke</hi>thy Maister spoke with me this daie,</l>
      <l n="684">And hath prefer'd thee, if it be preferment</l>
      <l n="685">To leaue a rich<hi rend="italic">Iewes</hi>seruice, to become</l>
      <l n="686">The follower of so poore a Gentleman.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mv-lau">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <p n="687">The old prouerbe is verie well parted betweene
      <lb n="688"/>my Maister<hi rend="italic">Shylocke</hi>and you sir, you haue the grace of
      <lb n="689"/>God sir, and he hath enough.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mv-bas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bass.</speaker>
      <l n="690">Thou speak'st well; go Father with thy Son,</l>
      <l n="691">Take leaue of thy old Maister, and enquire</l>
      <l n="692">My lodging out, giue him a Liuerie</l>
      <l n="693">More garded then his fellowes: see it done.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mv-lau">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <p n="694">Father in, I cannot get a seruice, no, I haue nere
      <lb n="695"/>a tongue in my head, well: if anie man in<hi rend="italic">Italie</hi>haue a
      <lb n="696"/>fairer table which doth offer to sweare vpon a booke, I
      <lb n="697"/>shall haue good fortune; goe too, here's a simple line
      <lb n="698"/>of life, here's a small trifle of wiues, alas, fifteene wiues
      <lb n="699"/>is nothing, a leuen widdowes and nine maides is a sim­
      <lb n="700"/>ple comming in for one man, and then to scape drow­
      <lb n="701"/>ning thrice, and to be in perill of my life with the edge
      <lb n="702"/>of a featherbed, here are simple scapes: well, if Fortune
      <lb n="703"/>be a woman, she's a good wench for this gere: Father
      <lb n="704"/>come, Ile take my leaue of the<hi rend="italic">Iew</hi>in the twinkling.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Clowne.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-mv-bas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bass.</speaker>
      <l n="705">I praie thee good<hi rend="italic">Leonardo</hi>thinke on this,</l>
      <l n="706">These things being bought and orderly bestowed</l>
      <l n="707">Returne in haste, for I doe feast to night</l>
      <l n="708">My best esteemd acquaintance, hie thee goe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mv-leo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Leon.</speaker>
      <l n="709">My best endeuors shall be done herein.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic inline" type="exit">Exit. Le.</stage>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Gratiano.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-mv-gra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gra.</speaker>
      <p n="710">Where's your Maister.</p>
   </sp>
   <pb facs="FFimg:axc0189-0.jpg" n="169"/>
   <cb n="1"/>
   <sp who="#F-mv-leo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Leon.</speaker>
      <p n="711">Yonder sir he walkes.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mv-gra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gra.</speaker>
      <p n="712">Signior<hi rend="italic">Bassanio.</hi>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mv-bas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bas.</speaker>
      <p n="713">
         <hi rend="italic">Gratiano.</hi>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mv-gra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gra.</speaker>
      <p n="714">I haue a sute to you.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mv-bas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bass.</speaker>
      <p n="715">You haue obtain'd it.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mv-gra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gra.</speaker>
      <p n="716">You must not denie me, I must goe with you to
      <lb n="717"/>Belmont.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mv-bas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bass.</speaker>
      <l n="718">Why then you must: but heare thee<hi rend="italic">Gratiano</hi>,</l>
      <l n="719">Thou art to wilde, to rude, and bold of voyce,</l>
      <l n="720">Parts that become thee happily enough,</l>
      <l n="721">And in such eyes as ours appeare not faults;</l>
      <l n="722">But where they are not knowne, why there they show</l>
      <l n="723">Something too liberall, pray thee take paine</l>
      <l n="724">To allay with some cold drops of modestie</l>
      <l n="725">Thy skipping spirit, least through thy wilde behauiour</l>
      <l n="726">I be misconsterd in the place I goe to,</l>
      <l n="727">And loose my hopes.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mv-gra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gra.</speaker>
      <l n="728">Signor<hi rend="italic">Bassanio</hi>, heare me,</l>
      <l n="729">If I doe not put on a sober habite,</l>
      <l n="730">Talke with respect, and sweare but now and than,</l>
      <l n="731">Weare prayer bookes in my pocket, looke demurely,</l>
      <l n="732">Nay more, while grace is saying hood mine eyes</l>
      <l n="733">Thus with my hat, and sigh and say Amen:</l>
      <l n="734">Vse all the obseruance of ciuillitie</l>
      <l n="735">Like one well studied in a sad ostent</l>
      <l n="736">To please his Grandam, neuer trust me more.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mv-bas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bas.</speaker>
      <p n="737">Well, we shall see your bearing.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mv-gra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gra.</speaker>
      <l n="738">Nay but I barre to night, you shall not gage me</l>
      <l n="739">By what we doe to night.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mv-bas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bas.</speaker>
      <l n="740">No that were pittie,</l>
      <l n="741">I would intreate you rather to put on</l>
      <l n="742">Your boldest suite of mirth, for we haue friends</l>
      <l n="743">That purpose merriment: but far you well,</l>
      <l n="744">I haue some businesse.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mv-gra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gra.</speaker>
      <l n="745">And I must to<hi rend="italic">Lorenso</hi>and the rest,</l>
      <l n="746">But we will visite you at supper time.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic inline" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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