Act 2, Scene 5

The same. Before SHYLOCK'S house

  1. [Enter SHYLOCK and LAUNCELOT.]
  2. Shylock
  3. 778 Well, thou shalt see; thy eyes shall be thy judge,
  4. 779 The difference of old Shylock and Bassanio:—
  5. 780 What, Jessica!—Thou shalt not gormandize,
  6. 781 As thou hast done with me;—What, Jessica!—
  7. 782 And sleep and snore, and rend apparel out
  8. 783 Why, Jessica, I say!
  9. Launcelot Gobbo
  10. 784 Why, Jessica!
  11. Shylock
  12. 785 Who bids thee call? I do not bid thee call.
  13. Launcelot Gobbo
  14. 786 Your worship was wont to tell me I could do nothing
  15. 787 without bidding.
  16. [Enter JESSICA.]
  17. Jessica
  18. 788 Call you? What is your will?
  19. Shylock
  20. 789 I am bid forth to supper, Jessica:
  21. 790 There are my keys. But wherefore should I go?
  22. 791 I am not bid for love; they flatter me;
  23. 792 But yet I'll go in hate, to feed upon
  24. 793 The prodigal Christian. Jessica, my girl,
  25. 794 Look to my house. I am right loath to go;
  26. 795 There is some ill a-brewing towards my rest,
  27. 796 For I did dream of money-bags to-night.
  28. Launcelot Gobbo
  29. 797 I beseech you, sir, go: my young master doth expect your
  30. 798 reproach.
  31. Shylock
  32. 799 So do I his.
  33. Launcelot Gobbo
  34. 800 And they have conspired together; I will not say you
  35. 801 shall see a masque, but if you do, then it was not for nothing
  36. 802 that my nose fell a-bleeding on Black Monday last at six o'clock
  37. 803 i' the morning, falling out that year on Ash-Wednesday was four
  38. 804 year in the afternoon.
  39. Shylock
  40. 805 What! are there masques? Hear you me, Jessica:
  41. 806 Lock up my doors, and when you hear the drum,
  42. 807 And the vile squealing of the wry-neck'd fife,
  43. 808 Clamber not you up to the casements then,
  44. 809 Nor thrust your head into the public street
  45. 810 To gaze on Christian fools with varnish'd faces;
  46. 811 But stop my house's ears- I mean my casements;
  47. 812 Let not the sound of shallow fopp'ry enter
  48. 813 My sober house. By Jacob's staff, I swear
  49. 814 I have no mind of feasting forth to-night;
  50. 815 But I will go. Go you before me, sirrah;
  51. 816 Say I will come.
  52. Launcelot Gobbo
  53. 817 I will go before, sir. Mistress, look out at window for all this;
  54. 818 There will come a Christian by
  55. 819 Will be worth a Jewess' eye.
  56. [Exit LAUNCELOT.]
  57. Shylock
  58. 820 What says that fool of Hagar's offspring, ha?
  59. Jessica
  60. 821 His words were 'Farewell, mistress'; nothing else.
  61. Shylock
  62. 822 The patch is kind enough, but a huge feeder;
  63. 823 Snail-slow in profit, and he sleeps by day
  64. 824 More than the wild-cat; drones hive not with me,
  65. 825 Therefore I part with him; and part with him
  66. 826 To one that I would have him help to waste
  67. 827 His borrow'd purse. Well, Jessica, go in;
  68. 828 Perhaps I will return immediately:
  69. 829 Do as I bid you, shut doors after you:
  70. 830 'Fast bind, fast find,'
  71. 831 A proverb never stale in thrifty mind.
  72. [Exit.]
  73. Jessica
  74. 832 Farewell; and if my fortune be not crost,
  75. 833 I have a father, you a daughter, lost.
  76. [Exit.]