Launcelot
An it shall please you to break up this, it shall seem to signify.
Lorenzo
I know the hand: in faith, ’tis a fair hand;
And whiter than the paper it writ on
Is the fair hand that writ.
Gratiano
Love-news, in faith.
Launcelot
By your leave, sir.
Lorenzo
Whither goest thou?
Launcelot
Marry, sir, to bid my old master the Jew to sup to-night with my new master the Christian.
Lorenzo
Hold here, take this: tell gentle Jessica