ACT III SCENE V | The same. 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 ye, I fear you. I was always plain with |
| you, and so now I speak my agitation of the matter: |
| therefore be of 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? | 10 |
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. | 20 |
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 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. | 30 |
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 is no mercy for |
| me in heaven, because I am a Jew's daughter: and he |
| says, you are no good member of the commonwealth,
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| 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 |
| tree, 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! | 70 |
| The fool hath planted in his memory |
| An army of good words; and I do know |
| A many fools, that stand in better place, |
| Garnish'd like him, that for a tricksy word |
| Defy the matter. How cheerest 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 mean it, then | 82 |
| 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 |
| Pawn'd 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, howso'er thou speak'st, 'mong other things |
| I shall digest it. |
JESSICA | Well, I'll set you forth. |
[Exeunt] |