001 Shy. 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!— 005 And sleep and snore, and rend apparel out;— Why, Jessica, I say! Laun. Why, Jessica! 007 Shy. Who bids thee call? I do not bid thee call. 008 Laun. Your worship was wont to tell me that I could do nothing without bidding. Enter Jessica. 010 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 015 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 020 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 025 last at six o’clock i’ the morning, falling out that year on Ash-Wednesday was four year, in the afternoon.

027 Shy. What, are there masques? Hear you me, Jessica: Lock up my doors; and when you hear the drum, 029 And the vile squealing of the wry-neck’d fife, 030 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 035 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. 039 Laun. I will go before, sir. Mistress, look out at 040 window, for all this; There will come a Christian by, 042 Will be worth a Jewess’ eye. [Exit. Shy. What says that fool of Hagar’s offspring, ha? Jes. His words were, ‘Farewell, mistress;’ nothing else. 045 Shy. The patch is kind enough, but a huge feeder; 046 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 050 His borrow’d purse. Well, Jessica, go in: Perhaps I will return immediately: 052 Do as I bid you; shut doors after you: 053 Fast bind, fast find, A proverb never stale in thrifty mind. [Exit. 055 Jes. Farewell; and if my fortune be not crost, I have a father, you a daughter, lost. [Exit.