The Merchant of Venice: Act 2, Scene 4

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    Lorenzo receives Jessica's letter. She will dress as a boy, slip out of Shylock's house with his gold, and meet Lorenzo tonight.

    Enter GRATIANO, LORENZO, SALARINO, and SALANIO
    LORENZO
    Nay, we will slink away in supper-time,
    Disguise us at my lodging and return,
    All in an hour.
    GRATIANO
    We have not made good preparation.
    SALARINO
    We have not spoke us yet of torchbearers.
    SALANIO
    'Tis vile, unless it may be quaintly order'd,
    And better in my mind not undertook.
    LORENZO
    'Tis now but four o'clock: we have two hours
    To furnish us.
    Enter LAUNCELOT, with a letter
    Friend Launcelot, what's the news?
    LAUNCELOT
    An it shall please you to break up
    this, it shall seem to signify.
    LORENZO
    I know the hand: in faith, 'tis a fair hand;
    And whiter than the paper it writ on
    Is the fair hand that writ.
    GRATIANO
    Love-news, in faith.
    LAUNCELOT
    By your leave, sir.
    LORENZO
    Whither goest thou?
    LAUNCELOT
    Marry, sir, to bid my old master the
    Jew to sup to-night with my new master the Christian.
    LORENZO
    Hold here, take this: tell gentle Jessica
    I will not fail her; speak it privately.
    Go, gentlemen,
    Exit Launcelot
    Will you prepare you for this masque tonight?
    I am provided of a torch-bearer.
    SALANIO
    Ay, marry, I'll be gone about it straight.
    SALANIO
    And so will I.
    LORENZO
    Meet me and Gratiano
    At Gratiano's lodging some hour hence.
    SALARINO
    'Tis good we do so.
    Exeunt SALARINO and SALANIO
    GRATIANO
    Was not that letter from fair Jessica?
    LORENZO
    I must needs tell thee all. She hath directed
    How I shall take her from her father's house,
    What gold and jewels she is furnish'd with,
    What page's suit she hath in readiness.
    If e'er the Jew her father come to heaven,
    It will be for his gentle daughter's sake:
    And never dare misfortune cross her foot,
    Unless she do it under this excuse,
    That she is issue to a faithless Jew.
    Come, go with me; peruse this as thou goest:
    Fair Jessica shall be my torch-beare r.
    Exeunt