Page 429 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

But you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours?

LORENZO
Heaven and thy thoughts are witness that thou art.

JESSICA
Here, catch this casket; it is worth the pains.
I am glad ’tis night, you do not look on me,
For I am much ashamed of my exchange. [35]

But love is blind, and lovers cannot see
The pretty follies that themselves commit;
For if they could, Cupid himself would blush
To see me thus transformèd to a boy.

LORENZO

Descend, for you must be my torchbearer. [40]

JESSICA

What, must I hold a candle to my shames?
They in themselves, good sooth, are too too light.
Why, ’tis an office of discovery, love,
And I should be obscured.

LORENZO
So are you, sweet,

Even in the lovely garnish of a boy. [45]
But come at once,
For the close night doth play the runaway,

And we are stayed for at Bassanio’s feast.

JESSICA

I will make fast the doors, and gild myself
With some more ducats, and be with you straight. [50]
Exit above.

GRATIANO
Now by my hood, a gentle and no Jew.