Scene IV.The Same. A Street.
Enter GRATIANO, LORENZO, SALARINO, and
Lor. Nay, we will slink away in supper-time,
Disguise us at my lodging, and return
All in an hour.
Gra. We have not made good preparation.
Salar. We have not spoke us yet of torch-
Salan. 'Tis vile, unless it may be quaintly
And better, in my mind, not undertook.
Lor. 'Tis now but four o'clock: we have two
To furnish us.
Enter LAUNCELOT, with a letter.
Friend Launcelot, what's the news?
Laun. An it shall please you to break up this,
it shall seem to signify.
Lor. I know the hand: in faith, 'tis a fair hand;
And whiter than the paper it writ on
Is the fair hand that writ.
Gra. Love news, in faith.
Laun. By your leave, sir.
Lor. Whither goest thou?
Laun. Marry, sir, to bid my old master, the
Jew, to sup to-night with my new master, the
Lor. Hold here, take this: tell gentle Jessica
I will not fail her; speak it privately.
Go, gentlemen, [Exit LAUNCELOT.
Will you prepare you for this masque to-night?
I am provided of a torch-bearer.
Salar. Ay, marry, I'll be gone about it straight.
Salan. And so will I.
Lor. Meet me and Gratiano
At Gratiano's lodging some hour hence.
Salar. 'Tis good we do so.
[Exeunt SALARINO and SALANIO.
Gra. Was not that letter from fair Jessica?
Lor. I must needs tell thee all. She hath
How I shall take her from her father's house;
What gold and jewels she is furnish'd with;
What page's suit she hath in readiness.
If e'er the Jew her father come to heaven,
It will be for his gentle daughter's 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 torch-bearer. [Exeunt.