Gratiano

This is the penthouse under which Lorenzo

Desired us to make stand.

Salerio

His hour is almost past.

Gratiano

And it is marvel he out-dwells his hour,

For lovers ever run before the clock.

Salerio

O, ten times faster Venus' pigeons fly

To seal love's bonds new made, than they are wont

To keep obliged faith unforfeited!

Gratiano

That ever holds: who riseth from a feast

With that keen appetite that he sits down?

Where is the horse that doth untread again

His tedious measures with the unbated fire

That he did pace them first? All things that are,

Are with more spirit chased than enjoyed.

How like a younger or a prodigal

The scarfed bark puts from her native bay,

Hugged and embraced by the strumpet wind!

How like the prodigal doth she return,

With overweathered ribs and ragged sails,

Lean, rent and beggared by the strumpet wind!

Salerio

Here comes Lorenzo: more of this hereafter. Enter LORENZO.

Lorenzo

Sweet friends, your patience for my long abode;

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. Ho! who's within? Enter JESSICA, above, in boy's clothes.

Jessica

Who are you? Tell me, for more certainty,

Albeit I'll swear that I do know your tongue.

Lorenzo

Lorenzo, and thy love.

Jessica

Lorenzo, certain, and my love indeed,

For who love I so much? And now who knows

But you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours?

Lorenzo

Heaven and thy thoughts are witness that thou art.

Jessica

Here, catch this casket; it is worth the pains.

I am glad 'tis night, you do not look on me,

For I am much ashamed of my exchange:

But love is blind and lovers cannot see

The pretty follies that themselves commit;

For if they could, Cupid himself would blush

To see me thus transformed to a boy.

Lorenzo

Descend, for you must be my torchbearer.

Jessica

What, must I hold a candle to my shames?

They in themselves, good sooth, are too too light.

Why, 'tis an office of discovery, love;

And I should be obscured.

Lorenzo

So are you, sweet,

Even in the lovely garnish of a boy.

But come at once;

For the close night doth play the runaway,

And we are stayed for at Bassanio's feast.

Jessica

I will make fast the doors, and gild myself

With some more ducats, and be with you straight. Exit above.

Gratiano

Now, by my hood, a gentle and no Jew.

Lorenzo

Beshrew me but I love her heartily;

For she is wise, if I can judge of her,

And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true,

And true she is, as she hath proved herself,

And therefore, like herself, wise, fair and true,

Shall she be placed in my constant soul. Enter, JESSICA, below.

What, art thou come? On, gentlemen; away!

Our masquing mates by this time for us stay. Exit with Jessica and Salerio.Enter ANTONIO.

Antonio

Who's there?

Gratiano

Signior Antonio!

Antonio

Fie, fie, Gratiano! where are all the rest?

'Tis nine o'clock: our friends all stay for you.

No masque to-night: the wind is come about;

Bassanio presently will go aboard:

I have sent twenty out to seek for you.

Gratiano

I am glad on't: I desire no more delight

Than to be under sail and gone to-night. Exeunt.