Jessica
Farewell; and if my fortune be not crost,
I have a father, you a daughter, lost.
Exit.
Scene VI
The same.
Gratiano
This is the pent-house under which Lorenzo
Desired us to make stand.
Salarino
His hour is almost past.
Gratiano
And it is marvel he out-dwells his hour,
For lovers ever run before the clock.
Salarino
O, ten times faster Venus’ pigeons fly
To seal love’s bonds new-made, than they are wont