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I know, you would be prouder of the work,
Por. I never did repent for doing good,
lord's return : for mine own part,
Madam, with all my heart; I shall obey you in all fair commands.
Por. My people do already know my mind,
And will acknowledge you and Jessica
you well, Jessica.
[Exeunt Jessica and LORENZO.
Shall they see us ?
I'll prove the prettier fellow of the two,
Why, shall we turn to men?
Enter LAUNCELOT and JESSICA. Luun. Yes, truly:--for, look you, the sins of the father are to be laid upon the children ; therefore, I promise you, I fear you, I was always plain with
you, and so now I speak my agitation of the matter: Therefore, be of good cheer; for, truly, I think, you are damn'd. There is but one hope, in it that can do you any good; and that is but a kind of bastard hope neither.
Jes. And what hope is that, I pray thee?
Laun. Marry, you may partly hope that your father got you not, that you are not the Jew's daughter.
Jes. That were a kind of bastard hope, indeed; so the sins of my mother should be visited upon me.
Laun. Truly then I fear you are damn'd both by father and mother : thus when I shun Scylla, your father, I fall into Charybdis, your mother: well, you are gone
ways. Jes. I shall be saved by my husband; he hath made me a Christian.
Laun. Truly, the more to blame he: we were Christians enough before; e'en as many as could well live, one by another: This making of Christians will raise the price of hogs; if we grow all to be pork-eaters, we shall not shortly have a rasher on the coals for money.
Enter LORENZO. Jes. I'll tell my husband, Launcelot, what you say; here he comes.
Lor. I shall grow jealous of you shortly, Launcelot, if
you thus get my wife into corners.
Jes. Nay, you need not fear us, Lorenzo; Launcelot and I are out: he tells me flatly, there is no mercy for me in heaven, because I am a Jew's daughter : and he says, you are no good member of the com
monwealth; for, in converting Jews to Christians, you raise the price of pork.
Lor. I shall answer that better to the commonwealth, than you can the getting up of the negro's belly: the Moor is with child by you, Launcelot.
Laun. It is much, that the Moor should be more than reason : but if she be less than an honest woman, she is, indeed, more than I took her for.
Lor. How every fool can play upon the word! I think, the best grace of wit will shortly turn into silence; and discourse grow commendable in none only but parrots.-Go in, sirrah; bid them prepare for dinner.
Laun. That is done, sir; they have all stomachs.
Lor. Goodly lord, what a wit-snapper are you! then bid them prepare dinner.
Laun, That is done too, sir; only, cover is the word.
Lor. Will you cover then, sir ?
Lor. Yet more quarrelling with occasion! Wilt thou show the whole wealth of thy wit in an instant? I pray thee, understand a plain man in his plain meaning: go to thy fellows; bid them cover the table, serve in the meat, and we will come in to dinner.
Laun, 'For the table, sir, it shall be served in; for the meat, sir, it shall be covered; for your coming in to dinner, sir, why, let it be as humours and conceits shall govern.
[Exit Launcelot. Lor. O dear discretion, how his words are suited! The fool bath planted in his memory