_Bas_. I pray thee, good Leonardo, think on this; These things being bought and orderly bestow'd, Return in haste, for I do feast to-night My best-esteem'd acquaintance: hie thee, go. _Leo_. My best endeavours shall be done herein. _Enter_ GRATIANO. _Gra_. Where is your master? _Leo_. Yonder, sir, he walks. [_Exit_ LEONARDO _Gra_. Signior Bassanio,-- _Bas_. Gratiano! _Gra_. I have a suit to you. _Bas_. You have obtained it. _Gra_. You must not deny me: I must go with you to Belmont. _Bas_. Why, then you must.--But hear thee, Gratiano; Thou art too wild, too rude, and bold of voice; Parts, that become thee happily enough, And in such eyes as ours appear not faults; But, where they are not known, why, there they show Something too liberal:[57]--pray thee take pain To allay with some cold drops of modesty Thy skipping spirit; lest, through thy wild behaviour, I be misconstrued in the place I go to, And lose my hopes. _Gra_. Signior Bassanio, hear me: If I do not put on a sober habit, Talk with respect, and swear but now and then, Wear prayer-books in my pocket, look demurely; Nay more, while grace is saying, hood mine eyes[58] Thus with my hat, and sigh, and say amen; Use all the observance of civility, Like one well studied in a sad ostent;[59] To please his grandam,--never trust me more. _Bas_, Well, we shall see your bearing.[60] _Gra_. Nay, but I bar to-night; you shall not gage me By what we do to-night. _Bas_. No, that were pity; I would entreat you rather to put on Your boldest suit of mirth, for we have friends That purpose merriment: But fare you well, I have some business. _Gra_. And I must to Lorenzo and the rest; But we will visit you at supper time. [_Exeunt_. _Enter_ JESSICA _and_ LAUNCELOT _from_ SHYLOCK'S _house_. _Jes_. I am sorry thou wilt leave my father so; Our house is hell, and thou, a merry devil, Didst rob it of some taste of tediousness: But fare thee well: there is a ducat for thee; And, Launcelot, soon at supper shall thou see Lorenzo, who is thy new master's guest: Give him this letter; do it secretly, And so farewell; I would not have my father See me in talk with thee. _Lau_. Adieu!--Tears exhibit my tongue. Most beautiful pagan,--most sweet Jew! Adieu! these foolish drops do somewhat drown my manly spirit: adieu. [_Exit_. _Jes_. Farewell, good Launcelot. Alack, what heinous sin is it in me, To be asham'd 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. [_Exit into house_. _Enter_ GRATIANO, LORENZO, SALARINO, _and_ SALANIO. _Lor_. Nay, we will slink away in supper time; Disguise us at my lodging, and return All in an hour. _Gra_. We have not made good preparation. _Salar_. We have not spoke us yet of torch-bearers.[61] _Sal_. 'Tis vile, unless it may be quaintly order'd; And better, in my mind, not undertook.