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   The Merchant of Venice
ACT III SCENE V The same. A garden. 
 Enter LAUNCELOT and JESSICA 
LAUNCELOT Yes, truly; for, look you, the sins of the father 
 are to be laid upon the children: therefore, I 
 promise ye, I fear you. I was always plain with 
 you, and so now I speak my agitation of the matter: 5
 therefore be of good cheer, for truly I think you 
 are damned. There is but one hope in it that can do 
 you any good; and that is but a kind of bastard 
 hope neither. 
JESSICA And what hope is that, I pray thee? 10
LAUNCELOT Marry, you may partly hope that your father got you 
 not, that you are not the Jew's daughter. 
JESSICA That were a kind of bastard hope, indeed: so the 
 sins of my mother should be visited upon me. 
LAUNCELOT Truly then I fear you are damned both by father and 15
 mother: thus when I shun Scylla, your father, I 
 fall into Charybdis, your mother: well, you are 
 gone both ways. 
JESSICA I shall be saved by my husband; he hath made me a 
 Christian. 20
LAUNCELOT Truly, the more to blame he: we were Christians 
 enow before; e'en as many as could well live, one by 
 another. This making 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. 25
 Enter LORENZO 
JESSICA I'll tell my husband, Launcelot, what you say: here he comes. 
LORENZO I shall grow jealous of you shortly, Launcelot, if 
 you thus get my wife into corners. 
JESSICA Nay, you need not fear us, Lorenzo: Launcelot and I 
 are out. He tells me flatly, there is no mercy for 30
 me in heaven, because I am a Jew's daughter: and he 
 says, you are no good member of the commonwealth, 
 for in converting Jews to Christians, you raise the 
 price of pork. 
LORENZO I shall answer that better to the commonwealth than 35
 you can the getting up of the negro's belly: the 
 Moor is with child by you, Launcelot. 
LAUNCELOT 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. 40
LORENZO 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. 
LAUNCELOT That is done, sir; they have all stomachs. 45
LORENZO Goodly Lord, what a wit-snapper are you! then bid 
 them prepare dinner. 
LAUNCELOT That is done too, sir; only 'cover' is the word. 
LORENZO Will you cover then, sir? 
LAUNCELOT Not so, sir, neither; I know my duty. 50
LORENZO Yet more quarrelling with occasion! Wilt thou show 
 the whole wealth of thy wit in an instant? I pray 
 tree, 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. 55
LAUNCELOT 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 
LORENZO O dear discretion, how his words are suited! 60
 The fool hath planted in his memory 
 An army of good words; and I do know 
 A many fools, that stand in better place, 
 Garnish'd like him, that for a tricksy word 
 Defy the matter. How cheerest thou, Jessica? 65
 And now, good sweet, say thy opinion, 
 How dost thou like the Lord Bassanio's wife? 
JESSICA Past all expressing. It is very meet 
 The Lord Bassanio live an upright life; 
 For, having such a blessing in his lady, 70
 He finds the joys of heaven here on earth; 
 And if on earth he do not mean it, then 
 In reason he should never come to heaven 
 Why, if two gods should play some heavenly match 
 And on the wager lay two earthly women, 75
 And Portia one, there must be something else 
 Pawn'd with the other, for the poor rude world 
 Hath not her fellow. 
LORENZO Even such a husband 
 Hast thou of me as she is for a wife. 80
JESSICA Nay, but ask my opinion too of that. 
LORENZO I will anon: first, let us go to dinner. 
JESSICA Nay, let me praise you while I have a stomach. 
LORENZO No, pray thee, let it serve for table-talk; 
Then, howso'er thou speak'st, 'mong other things 85
 I shall digest it. 
JESSICA Well, I'll set you forth. 
 Exeunt 


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