Will it please you to see the epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask dance, between two of our company? The. No epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs no excuse. Never excuse; for when the players are all dead, there need none to be blamed. Marry, if he that writ it had played Pyramus, and hanged himself in Thisbe's garter, it would have been a fine tragedy: and so it is truly; and very notably discharged. But come, your Bergomask: let your epilogue alone. [Here a dance of Clowns. The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve:Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. I fear we shall outsleep the coming morn, The heavy gait of night.-Sweet friends, to bed.— SCENE II. Enter PUCK. Puck. Now the hungry lion roars, And the wolf behowls the moon; Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, That the graves, all gaping wide, In the church-way paths to glide: By the triple Hecate's team, Following darkness like a dream, Enter OBERON and TITANIA, with their train. Obe. Though the house give glimmering light, Tita. VOL. I. Every elf, and fairy sprite, Hop as light as bird from brier; Sing, and dance it trippingly. [Exeunt. CC Hand in hand with fairy grace, SONG and DANCE. Obe. Now, until the break of day, And the blots of nature's hand Shall upon their children be. Every fairy take his gait; And each several chamber bless, Ever shall in safety rest, And the owner of it blest. Trip away; Meet me all by break of day. [Exeunt OBERON, TITANIA, and train. Puck. If we shadows have offended, Think but this, (and all is mended,) That you have but slumber'd here, Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, [Exit. SOLANIO, SALARINO, GRATIANO, LEONARDO, servant to Bassanio. STEPHANO, PORTIA, a rich heiress. NERISSA, her waiting-maid. friends to Antonio and JESSICA, daughter to Shylock. Bassanio. LORENZO, in love with Jessica. SHYLOCK, a Jew. TUBAL, a Jew, his friend. LAUNCELOT GOBBO, a clown, servant to Old GOBBO, father to Launcelot. Magnificoes of Venice, Officers of the Court of Justice, Gaoler, Servants, and other Attendants. SCENE.-Partly at VENICE; and partly at BELMONT, the Seat of PORTIA, on the Continent. Ant. ACT I. SCENE I.-Venice. A Street. Enter ANTONIO, SALARINO, and SOLANIO. And such a want-wit sadness makes of me, Salar. Your mind is tossing on the ocean; That curt'sy to them, do them reverence, As they fly by them with their woven wings. Solan. Believe me, sir, had I such venture forth, Be with my hopes abroad. I should be still Plucking the grass, to know where sits the wind; Peering in maps, for ports, and piers, and roads; Hampton P Would make me sad. And not bethink me straight of dangerous rocks, And now worth nothing? Shall I have the thought Is sad to think upon his merchandize. Ant. Believe me, no: I thank my fortune for it, Therefore, my merchandize makes me not sad. Ant. Fye, fye! Salar. Not in love neither? Then let us say, you are sad Because you are not merry: an 't were as easy For you to laugh, and leap, and say you are merry, Because you are not sad. Now, by two-headed Janus, Nature hath fram'd strange fellows in her time: Some that will evermore peep through their eyes, And laugh, like parrots, at a bagpiper: And other of such vinegar aspect, That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile, veryold Enter BASSANIO, LORENZO, and GRATIANO. Solan. Here comes Bassanio, your most noble kinsman, Gratiano, and Lorenzo: Fare you well; We leave you now with better company. Salar. I would have staid till I had made you merry, If worthier friends had not prevented me. Ant. Your worth is very dear in my regard. I take it, your own business calls on you, Bass. Good signiors both, when shall we laugh? Say, when? You grow exceeding strange: Must it be so? I you go?) Salar. We'll make our leisures to attend on [Exeunt SALARINO and SOLANIO. Lor. My lord Bassanio, since you have found Antonio, We two will leave you; but at dinner-time I pray you have in mind where we must meet. Bass. I will not fail you. Gra. You look not well, signior Antonio; Ant. I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; Gra. Let me play the Fool: Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Sleep when he wakes? and creep into the jaundice With purpose to be dress'd in an opinionate Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit; For saying nothing; who, I am very sure, 1 with clialogne If they should speak, would almost damn those ears But fish not with this melancholy bait, For this fool gudgeon, this opinion. Come, good Lorenzo :-Fare ye well, a while; I'll end my exhortation after dinner. Lor. Well, we will leave you then till dinner-time : Gra. Well, keep me company but two years more, [Exeunt GRATIANO and LORENZO. |