Enter GRATIANO, LORENZO,
SALARINO, and SOLANIO
Nay, we will slink away in supper time,
Disguise us at my lodging, and return,
All in an hour.
We have not made good preparation.
5We have not spoke us yet of torchbearers.
'Tis vile, unless it may be quaintly ordered,
And better in my mind not undertook.
'Tis now but four o'clock. We have two hours
To furnish us.
Enter LAUNCELOT with a letter
10Friend Launcelot, what’s the news?
An it shall please you to break up this, it shall seem to signify.
I know the hand. In faith, ’tis a fair hand,
And whiter than the paper it writ on
15Is the fair hand that writ.
Love news, in faith?
(to LORENZO) By your