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Belmont. A Garden.
Enter LAUNCELOT and JESSICA.
Launcelot Yes truly, for look you, the sins of the father are to be
laid upon the children; therefore, I promise you, I fear
you. I was always plain with you, and so now I speak my
agitation of the matter; therefore be o'good cheer, for
truly I think you are damned. There is but one hope in it
that can do you any good, and that is but a kind of bastard
hope neither.
Jessica And what hope is that I pray thee?
Launcelot Marry, you may partly hope that your father got you not,
that you are not the Jew's daughter.
Jessica That were a kind of bastard hope indeed: so the sins of my
mother should be visited upon me.
Launcelot Truly then I fear you are damned both by father and mother.
Thus, when I shun Scylla, your father, I fall into
Charybdis, your mother. Well, you are gone both ways.
Jessica I shall be saved by my husband: he hath made me a Christian!
Launcelot Truly the more to blame he! We were Christians enow before,
e'en as many as could well live one by another. This making
of Christians will raise the price of hogs. If we grow all
to be pork-eaters, we shall not shortly have a rasher on the
coals for money.
Enter LORENZO.
Jessica I'll tell my husband, Launcelot, what you say. Here he
comes.
Lorenzo I shall grow jealous of you shortly, Launcelot, if you thus
get my wife into corners.
Jessica Nay, you need not fear us, Lorenzo; Launcelot and I are out.
He tells me flatly there's no mercy for me in heaven because
I am a Jew's daughter; and he says you are no good member of
the commonwealth, for, in converting Jews to Christians, you
raise the price of pork.
Lorenzo I shall answer that better to the commonwealth than you can
the getting up of the negro's belly. The Moor is with child
by you, Launcelot!
Launcelot It is much that the Moor should be more than reason; but if
she be less than an honest woman, she is indeed more than I
took her for.
Lorenzo How every fool can play upon the word! I think the best
grace of wit will shortly turn into silence, and discourse
grow commendable in none only but parrots. Go in, sirrah,
bid them prepare for dinner.
Launcelot That is done sir; they have all stomachs!
Lorenzo Goodly Lord, what a wit-snapper are you! Then bid them
prepare dinner.
Launcelot That is done too, sir; only, 'cover' is the word.
Lorenzo Will you cover then, sir?
Launcelot Not so, sir, neither. I know my duty.
Lorenzo Yet more quarrelling with occasion! Wilt thou show the whole
wealth of thy wit in an instant? I pray thee, understand a
plain man in his plain meaning: go to thy fellows, bid them
cover the table, serve in the meat, and we will come in to
dinner.
Launcelot For the table, sir, it shall be served in; for the meat,
sir, it shall be covered; for your coming in to dinner, sir,
why, let it be as humours and conceits shall govern.
[Exit.
Lorenzo O dear discretion, how his words are suited!
The fool hath planted in his memory
An army of good words, and I do know
A many fools that stand in better place,
Garnished like him, that for a tricksy word
Defy the matter. How cheer'st thou Jessica?
And now, good sweet, say thy opinion;
How dost thou like the Lord Bassanio's wife?
Jessica Past all expressing. It is very meet
The Lord Bassanio live an upright life,
For. having such a blessing in his lady,
He finds the joys of heaven here on earth;
And if on earth he do not merit it,
In reason he should never come to heaven!
Why, if two gods should play some heavenly match,
And on the wager lay two earthly women,
And Portia one, there must be something else
Pawned with the other, for the poor rude world
Hath not her fellow.
Lorenzo Even such a husband
Hast thou of me as she is for a wife.
Jessica Nay, but ask my opinion too of that.
Lorenzo I will anon - first, let us go to dinner.
Jessica Nay, let me praise you while I have a stomach.
Lorenzo No, pray thee, let it serve for table-talk;
Then, howsome'er thou speak'st, 'mong other things
I shall digest it.
Jessica Well, I'll set you forth.
[Exeunt.