To one that I would have him help to waste
His borrow'd purse. Well, Jessica, go in:
Perhaps I will return immediately: 52
Do as I bid you; shut doors after you:
'Fast bind, fast find,'
A proverb never stale in thrifty mind. Exit.
Jes. Farewell; and if my fortune be not crost, 56
I have a father, you a daughter, lost. Exit.
Scene Six
[The Same]
Enter the Maskers, Gratiano and Salarino.
Gra. This is the penthouse under which Lorenzo
Desir'd us to make stand.
Salar.His hour is almost past.
Gra. And it is marvel he out-dwells his hour,
For lovers ever run before the clock. 4
Salar. O! ten times faster Venus' pigeons fly
To seal love's bonds new-made, than they are wont
To keep obliged faith unforfeited!
Gra. That ever holds: who riseth from a feast 8
With that keen appetite that he sits down?
Where is the horse that doth untread again
His tedious measures with the unbated fire
That he did pace them first? All things that are, 12
Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd.
How like a younker or a prodigal
The scarfed bark puts from her native bay,
Hugg'd and embraced by the strumpet wind! 16
How like the prodigal doth she return,
1 penthouse: an attached shed, lean-to
5 Venus' pigeons: doves drew her chariot
7 obliged: contracted
10 untread: retrace
14 younker: eager youth
15 scarfed; cf. n.
