Page 428 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

GRATIANO

That ever holds. Who riseth from a feast
With that keen appetite that he sits down?
Where is the horse that doth untread again [10]

His tedious measures with the unbated fire
That he did pace them first? All things that are,
Are with more spirit chasèd than enjoyed.
How like a younger or a prodigal
The scarfèd bark puts from her native bay, [15]

Hugged and embracèd by the strumpet wind.
How like the prodigal doth she return,
With overweathered ribs and ragged sails,

Lean, rent, and beggared by the strumpet wind.

Enter Lorenzo.

SALERIO

Here comes Lorenzo; more of this hereafter. [20]

LORENZO
Sweet friends, your patience for my long abode.
Not I but my affairs have made you wait.
When you shall please to play the thieves for wives,

I’ll watch as long for you then. Approach.
Here dwells my father Jew. Ho! Who’s within? [25]

Enter Jessica above, in boy’s clothes.

JESSICA
Who are you? Tell me for more certainty,
Albeit I’ll swear that I do know your tongue.

LORENZO

Lorenzo, and thy love.

JESSICA

Lorenzo certain, and my love indeed,
For who love I so much? And now who knows [30]