[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
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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.
- Launcelot Gobbo. An they have conspired together, I will not say you
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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.
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- 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.
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[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,
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I have a father, you a daughter, lost.
[Exit]
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