The Merchant of Venice (The Jew of Venice) · chunk 12 of 39
Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1596 [1596-1598] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 519 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Adieu, tears exhibit my tongue, most beautiful Pagan, most sweet Iewe, if a Christian do not play the knave and get thee, I am much deceived; but adieu, these foolish drops do something drown my manly spirit: adieu. Farewell good Launcelet. Alack, what heinous sin is it in me To be ashamed to be my Father's child, But though I am a daughter to his blood I am not to his manners: o Lorenzo If thou keep promise I shall end this strife, Become a Christian and thy loving wife. Nay, we will slink away in supper time, Disguise us at my lodging, and return all in an hour. We have not made good preparation. We have not spoke us yet of Torchbearers, 'tis vile unless it may be quaintly ordered, And better in my mind not undertook. 'tis now but four of clock, we have two hours To furnish us; friend Launcelet what's the news. And it shall please you to break up this, it shall seem to signify. I know the hand, in faith 'tis a fair hand, And whiter than the paper it writ on Is the fair hand that writ. Love, news in faith. By your leave sir. Whither goest thou. Marry sir to bid my old Master the Iewe to sup to night with my new Master the Christian. Hold here take this, tell gentle Iessica I will not fail her, speak it privately, Go Gentlemen, will you prepare you for this mask to night, I am provided of a Torchbearer. I marry, i'll be gone about it strait. And so will I. Meet me and Gratiano at Gratianos' lodging Some hour hence. 'tis good we do so. Was not that Letter from fair Iessica. I must needs tell thee all, she hath directed How I shall take her from her Father's house, What gold and jewels she is furnished with, What Pages suit she hath in readiness, If ere the Iewe 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 Iewe: Come go with me, peruse this as thou goest, Fair Jessica shall be my Torchbearer. Well, thou shalt see, thy eyes shall be thy judge, The difference of old Shylocke and Bassanio; What Iessica, thou shalt not gormandize As thou hast done with me: what Iessica, and sleep, and snore, and rend apparraile out. Why Iessica I say. Why Iessica. Who bids thee call? I do not bid thee call. Your worship was wont to tell me, I could do nothing without bidding. Call you? what is your will? I am bid forth to supper Iessica, There are my keys: but wherefore should I go? I am not bid for love, they flatter me, But yet I'll go in hate, to feed upon The prodigal Christian. Iessica my girl, look to my house, I am right loath to go, There is some ill a brewing towards my rest, For I did dream of money baggs to night.
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Adiew, teares exhibit my tongue, moſt beautifull Pagan, moſt ſweete Iewe, if a Chriſtian doe not play the knaue and get thee, I am much deceaued; but adiew, theſe fooliſh drops doe ſomthing drowne my manly ſpirit: adiew. Farwell good Launcelet. Alack, what heynous ſinne is it in me To be aſhamed to be my Fathers child, But though I am a daughter to his blood I am not to his manners: ô Lorenſo Yf thou keepe promiſe I ſhall end this ſtrife, Become a Chriſtian and thy louing wife. 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, Tis vile vnleſſe it may be quaintly ordered, And better in my minde not vndertooke. Tis now but foure of clocke, we haue two houres To furniſh vs; friend Launcelet whats the newes. And it ſhal pleaſe you to breake vp this, it ſhal ſeeme to ſignifie. I know the hand, in faith tis a faire hand, And whiter then the paper it writ on Is the faire hand that writ. Loue, newes in faith. By your leaue ſir. Whither goeſt thou. Marry ſir to bid my old Maiſter the Iewe to ſup to night with my new Maiſter the Chriſtian. Hold heere take this, tell gentle Ieſſica I will not faile her, ſpeake it priuatly, Goe Gentlemen, will you prepare you for this maske to night, I am prouided of a Torch-bearer. I marry, ile be gone about it ſtraite. And ſo will I. Meete me and Gratiano at Gratianos lodging Some houre hence. Tis good we doe ſo. Was not that Letter from faire Ieſſica. I muſt needes tell thee all, ſhe hath directed How I ſhall take her from her Fathers houſe, What gold and iewels ſhe is furniſht with, What Pages ſute ſhe hath in readines, Yf ere the Iewe her Father come to heauen, Yt will be for his gentle daughters ſake, And neuer dare misfortune croſſe her foote, Vnleſſe ſhe doe it vnder this excuſe, That ſhe is iſſue to a faithleſſe Iewe: Come goe with me, pervſe this as thou goeſt, Faire Jeſſica ſhall be my Torch-bearer. Well, thou ſhalt ſee, thy eyes ſhall be thy iudge, The difference of old Shylocke and Baſſanio; What Ieſſica, thou ſhalt not gurmandize As thou haſt done with mee: vvhat Ieſſica, and ſleepe, and ſnore, and rend apparraile out. Why Ieſſica I ſay. Why Ieſſica. Who bids thee call? I doe not bid thee call. Your vvorſhip was wont to tell me, I could doe nothing without bidding. Call you? vvhat is your will? I am bid forth to ſupper Ieſſica, There are my keyes: but wherefore ſhould I goe? I am not bid for loue, they flatter me, But yet Ile goe in hate, to feede vpon The prodigall Chriſtian. Ieſſica my girle, looke to my houſe, I am right loth to goe, There is ſome ill a bruing towards my reſt, For I did dreame of money baggs to night.