Act 2 - Scene 3
The same. A room in SHYLOCK'S house.
Enter JESSICA and LAUNCELOT
I am sorry thou wilt leave my father so:
Our house is hell, and thou, a merry devil,
Didst rob it of some
taste of tediousness.
But fare thee well, there is a ducat for thee:
And, Launcelot, soon at supper shalt
Lorenzo, who is thy new master's guest:
Give him this letter; do it secretly;
And so farewell: I would
not have my father
See me in talk with thee.
Adieu! tears exhibit my tongue. Most beautiful
pagan, most sweet Jew! if a Christian did not play
knave and get thee, I am much deceived. But,
adieu: these foolish drops do something drown my
Farewell, good Launcelot.
Alack, what heinous sin is it in me
To be ashamed to be my father's child!
But though I am a daughter
to his blood,
I am not to his manners. O Lorenzo,
If thou keep promise, I shall end this strife,
Christian and thy loving wife.
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