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Venice. Before SHYLOCK'S House.
Enter SHYLOCK and LAUNCELOT.
Shylock 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!
Launcelot Why, Jessica!
Shylock Who bids thee call? I do not bid thee call.
Launcelot Your worship was wont to tell me I could do nothing without
bidding.
Enter JESSICA.
Jessica Call you? What is your will?
Shylock 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 tonight.
Launcelot I beseech you, sir, go; my young master doth expect your
reproach.
Shylock So do I his.
Launcelot 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'th'morning, falling out that year on Ash-Wednesday
was four year in th'afternoon.
Shylock 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-necked fife,
Clamber not you up to the casements then,
Nor thrust your head into the public street
To gaze on Christian fools with varnished 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 tonight.
But I will go. Go you before me, sirrah;
Say I will come.
Launcelot I will go before sir.
[To JESSICA.] Mistress, look out at window for all this:
There will come a Christian by
Will be worth a Jewess' eye.
[Exit.
Shylock What says that fool of Hagar's offspring, ha?
Jessica His words were 'Farewell mistress', nothing else.
Shylock 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 borrowed 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.
Jessica Farewell; and if my fortune be not crost,
I have a father, you a daughter, lost.
[Exit.