| 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 | 5 | ||
| 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 | 10 | |
| 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 | 15 | ||
| 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 | 20 | |
| 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. | 25 |
| 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 | 30 | ||
| 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 | 35 | ||
| 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 | 40 | |
| 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 | 45 | |
| 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 | 50 | |
| 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 | 55 | |
| 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 | 60 | ||
| 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, | 65 | ||
| 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; | 70 | ||
| And if on earth he do not mean it, then | |||
| 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 | 75 | ||
| 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. | 80 |
| 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. | 85 |
| JESSICA | Well, I'll set you forth. | |
| [Exeunt] |