Act II, Scene v:
The same. Before SHYLOCK'S house

[Enter SHYLOCK and LAUNCELOT.]

SHYLOCK:

Well, thou shalt see; 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!

LAUNCELOT:

Why, Jessica!

SHYLOCK:

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

LAUNCELOT:

Your worship was wont to tell me I could do nothing

without bidding.

[Enter JESSICA.]

JESSICA:

Call you? What is your will?

SHYLOCK:

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.

LAUNCELOT:

I beseech you, sir, go: my young master doth expect your

reproach.

SHYLOCK:

So do I his.

LAUNCELOT:

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 at six o'clock

i' the morning, falling out that year on Ash-Wednesday was four

year in the afternoon.

SHYLOCK:

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,

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 mean my casements;

Let not the sound of shallow fopp'ry 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.

LAUNCELOT:

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.

[Exit LAUNCELOT.]

SHYLOCK:

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

JESSICA:

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

SHYLOCK:

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

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.]

JESSICA:

Farewell; and if my fortune be not crost,

I have a father, you a daughter, lost.

[Exit.]