Shy.
Well, thou shalt see, thy eyes shall be thy judge,
The difference of old Shylock and Bassanio:—
What, Jessica!—thou shalt not gormandize^{2 note}
,
As thou hast done with me;—What, Jessica!—

And sleep and snore, and rend apparel out;—
Why, Jessica, I say!

Laun.
Why, Jessica!

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

Laun.

Your worship was wont to tell me, that I could do nothing without bidding.

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^{3 note}
, to feed upon
The prodigal Christian.—Jessica, my girl,
Look to my house:—I am right loth 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 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, ^{4 note}

on black-monday last, at six o'clock i' the morning, falling out that year on ash wednesday was four year in the afternoon.

Shy.
What! are there masques? Hear you me, Jessica:
Lock up my doors; and when you hear the drum^{5 note}


,
And the vile squeaking^{6 note} of the wry-neck'd fife,
Clamber not you up to the casements then,
Nor thrust your head into the publick 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.

Laun.
I will go before, sir.—
Mistress, look out at window, for all this;

There will come a Christian by,
Will be worth a Jewess' eye. 9Q0330 [Exit Laun.

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

Jes.
His words were, Farewel, mistress; nothing else.

Shy.
The patch is kind enough^{7 note}

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 borrow'd purse.—Well, Jessica, go in;
Perhaps, I will return immediately;
Do, as I bid you,
Shut the doors after you: Fast bind, fast find;
A proverb never stale in thrifty mind. [Exit.

Jes.
Farewel; and if my fortune be not crost,
I have a father, you a daughter, lost. [Exit.

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