Lau. Marry, sir, to bid my old master the Jew to sup to-night with my new master the Christian.
Lor. Hold here, take this:—tell gentle Jessica, I will not fail her;—speak it privately; go.
[Exit LAUNCELOT into house.
Gentlemen,
Will you prepare you for this masque to-night?
I am provided of a torch-bearer.
Salar. Ay, marry, I'll be gone about it straight.
Sal. And so will I.
Lor
. Meet me and Gratiano