Clown.
Shy.
Well, thou shalt see note, thy eyes shall be thy judge,
The difference of old Shylock and Bassanio:—
What, Jessica!—thou shalt not gormandize,
As thou hast done with me;—What, Jessica!—
And sleep, and snore, and rend apparel out;—
Why, Jessica, I say!
Clo.
Why, Jessica!
Shy.
Who bids thee call? I do not bid thee call.
Clo.
Your worship was wont to tell me, I could do
nothing without bidding.
Enter Jessica.
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
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.
Clo.
I beseech you, sir, go; my young master doth
expect your reproach:
Shy.
So do I his.
Clo.
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
last,14Q0272 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? note—Hear you me, Jessica:
Lock up my doors; And when you hear the drum,
And the vile squealing note of the wry-neck'd fife,
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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 shut 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.
Clo.
I will go before, sir.—
Mistress, look out at window note, for all this;
There will come a christian by,
Will be worth a Jewess' eye.
[Exit Clown.
Shy.
What says that fool of Hagar's off-spring, ha?
Jes.
His words were, Farewel, mistress; nothing else.
Shy.
The patch is kind enough; but a huge feeder,
Snail-slow in profit, and he note 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 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.
Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
