The Merchant of Venice.
Yonder sir he walkes.
I haue a sute to you.
You haue obtain'd it.
You must not denie me, I must goe with you to
Gratiano, Bassanio, heare me,
Well, we shall see your bearing.
Lorensoand the rest, Lancelet, soone at supper shalt thou see Lorenzo, who is thy new Maisters guest,
Adue, teares exhibit my tongue, most beautifull
Pagan, most sweete Iew, if a Christian doe not play the
knaue and get thee, I am much deceiued; but adue, these
foolish drops doe somewhat drowne my manly spirit:
Nay, we will slinke away in supper time,
Disguise vs at my lodging, and returne all in an houre.
We haue not made good preparation.
We haue not spoke vs yet of Torch‑bearers.