Act 2 - Scene 5
The same. Before SHYLOCK'S house.
Enter SHYLOCK and LAUNCELOT
Well, thou shalt see, thy eyes shall be thy judge,
The difference of old Shylock and Bassanio:
shalt not gormandise,
As thou hast done with me:What, Jessica!
And sleep and snore, and rend apparel
Why, Jessica, I say!
Who bids thee call? I do not bid thee call.
Your worship was wont to tell me that
I could do nothing without bidding.
Call you? what is your will?
I am bid forth to supper, Jessica:
There are my keys. But wherefore should I go?
I am not bid for love; they
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-
I beseech you, sir, go: my young master doth expect
So do I his.
An they have conspired together, I will not say you
shall see a masque; but if you do, then it was not
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.
What, are there masques? Hear you me, Jessica:
Lock up my doors; and when you hear the drum
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 ears, I mean
Let not the sound of shallow foppery enter
My sober house. By Jacob's staff, I swear,
have no mind of feasting forth to-night:
But I will go. Go you before me, sirrah;
Say I will come.
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