Act II, Scene 5

The same. 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 gormandise,
  As thou hast done with me:—What, Jessica!— 850
  And sleep and snore, and rend apparel out;—
  Why, Jessica, I say!

• Launcelot Gobbo. Why, Jessica!

• Shylock. Who bids thee call? I do not bid thee call.

• Launcelot Gobbo. Your worship was wont to tell me that 855
  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? 860
  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, 865
  For I did dream of money-bags to-night.

• Launcelot Gobbo. I beseech you, sir, go: my young master doth expect
  your reproach.

• Shylock. So do I his.

• Launcelot Gobbo. An they have conspired together, I will not say you 870
  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. 875

• 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-neck'd fife,
  Clamber not you up to the casements then,
  Nor thrust your head into the public street 880
  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: 885
  But I will go. Go you before me, sirrah;
  Say I will come.

• Launcelot Gobbo. I will go before, sir. Mistress, look out at
  window, for all this, There will come a Christian
  boy, will be worth a Jewess' eye. 890

[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 895
  More than the wild-cat: drones hive not with me;
  Therefore I part with him, and part with him
  To one that would have him help to waste
  His borrow'd purse. Well, Jessica, go in;
  Perhaps I will return immediately: 900
  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, 905
  I have a father, you a daughter, lost.

[Exit]