_Shy._ Well, thou shalt see, thy eyes shall be thy judge, The difference of old Shylock and Bassanio:— What, Jessica!—thou shalt not gormandise, As thou hast done with me:—What, Jessica!— And sleep and snore, and rend apparel out;— 5 Why, Jessica, I say! _Laun._ Why, Jessica! _Shy._ Who bids thee call? I do not bid thee call. _Laun._ Your worship was wont to tell me that I could do nothing without bidding. _Enter_ JESSICA. _Jes._ Call you? what is your will? 10 _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, 15 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. _Laun._ I beseech you, sir, go: my young master doth expect your reproach. 20 _Shy._ So do I his. _Laun._ 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 25 Ash-Wednesday was four year, in the afternoon. _Shy._ 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, 30 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 my casements: Let not the sound of shallow foppery enter My sober house. By Jacob’s staff, I swear 35 I have no mind of feasting forth to-night: But I will go. Go you before me, sirrah; Say I will come. _Laun._ I will go before, sir. Mistress, look out at window, for all this; 40 There will come a Christian by, Will be worth a Jewess’ eye. [_Exit._ _Shy._ What says that fool of Hagar’s offspring, ha? _Jes._ His words were, ‘Farewell, mistress;’ nothing else. _Shy._ The patch is kind enough, but a huge feeder; 45 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: 50 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._ Farewell; and if my fortune be not crost, 55 I have a father, you a daughter, lost. [_Exit._ ~~~~~ Linenotes: _The Merchant of Venice_, II, 5. SCENE V.] SCENE VI. Pope.