Jessica
Farewell, good Launcelot.
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.
Exit Launcelot .; Exit.
Scene IV
The same. A street.
Lorenzo
Nay, we will slink away in supper-time,
Disguise us at my lodging and return,
All in an hour.
Gratiano
We have not made good preparation.
Salarino
We have not spoke us yet of torch-bearers.
Salanio
’Tis vile, unless it may be quaintly order’d,
And better in my mind not undertook.
Lorenzo
’Tis now but four o’clock: we have two hours
To furnish us.