The Same. Before SHYLOCK'S House. |
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Enter SHYLOCK and LAUNCELOT. |
Shy. Well, thou shalt see, thy eyes shall be thy judge, |
The difference of old Shylock and Bassanio:— |
What, Jessica!—thou shalt not gormandize, |
As thou hast done with me;—What, Jessica!— |
And sleep and snore, and rend apparel out— |
Why, Jessica, I say! |
Laun. Why, Jessica! |
Shy. Who bids thee call? I do not bid thee call. |
Laun. Your worship was wont to tell me that I could do nothing without bidding. |
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Enter JESSICA. |
Jes. Call you? What is your will? |
Shy. I am bid forth to supper, Jessica: |
There are my keys. But wherefore should I go? |
I am not bid for love; they flatter me: |
But yet I'll go in hate, to feed upon |
The prodigal Christian. Jessica, my girl, |
Look to my house. I am right loath to go: |
There is some ill a-brewing towards my rest, |
For I did dream of money-bags to-night. |
Laun. I beseech you, sir, go: my young master doth expect your reproach. |
Shy. So do I his. |
Laun. And they have conspired together: I will not say you shall see a masque; but if you do, then it was not for nothing that my nose fell a-bleeding on Black-Monday last, at six o'clock i' the morning, falling out that year on Ash-Wednesday was four year in the afternoon. |
Shy. What! are there masques? Hear you me, Jessica: |
Lock up my doors; and when you hear the drum, |
And the vile squealing of the wry-neck'd fife, |
Clamber not you up to the casements then, |
Nor thrust your head into the public street |
To gaze on Christian fools with varnish'd faces, |
But stop my house's ears, I mean my casements; |
Let not the sound of shallow foppery enter |
My sober house. By Jacob's staff I swear |
I have no mind of feasting forth to-night; |
But I will go. Go you before me, sirrah; |
Say I will come. |
Laun. I will go before, sir. Mistress, look out at window, for all this; |
There will come a Christian by, |
Will be worth a Jewess' eye. [Exit LAUNCELOT. |
Shy. What says that fool of Hagar's offspring, ha? |
Jes. His words were, 'Farewell, mistress;' nothing else. |
Shy. The patch is kind enough, but a huge feeder; |
Snail-slow in profit, and he sleeps by day |
More than the wild cat: drones hive not with me; |
Therefore I part with him, and part with him |
To one that I would have him help to waste |
His borrow'd purse. Well, Jessica, go in: |
Perhaps I will return immediately: |
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, |
I have a father, you a daughter, lost. [Exit. |
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