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The same. Before SHYLOCK'S house.

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!--

And sleep and snore, and rend apparel out;--

Why, Jessica, I say!

Why, Jessica!

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

Your worship was wont to tell me that

I could do nothing without bidding. Enter JESSICA.

10Call you? what is your will?

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.

I beseech you, sir, go: my young (20)
master doth expect your reproach.

So do I his.

An 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.

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, (31)

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.

I will go before, sir. Mistress, look (41)
out at window for all this;

There will come a Christian by,

Will be worth a Jewess' eye. [Exit.

What says that fool of Hagar's offspring, ha?

His words were 'Farewell, mistress;' nothing else.

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 (50)

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.

Farewell; and if my fortune be not crost,

I have a father, you a daughter, lost. [Exit.

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