23. _hear other things._] Theobald (Thirlby conj.). _heere other things_ Qq F1 F2. _here other things,_ F3 F4. _here are other things._ Rowe. 24: _hands_] _hands_, Qq Ff. 27: _secret_] _sacred_ Collier MS. 32: _will we_] Q1. _we will_ Q2 Ff Q3 Q4. 35: _lays_] _lay_ Hanmer. _you_] Q1 Q2 Ff. _me_ Q3 Q4. 40: _And so farewell_] Q1. _So fare you well_ Q2 Ff Q3 Q4. 43: _pleased_] _’pris’d_ Warburton. 44: _fare you well_] Q2 Ff Q3 Q4. _farewell_ Q1. 45, 46: _Now...true_] Printed as one line in Qq Ff: corrected by Pope. 46: _honest-true_] Dyce (S. Walker conj.). 49: _Padua_] Theobald. _Mantua_ Qq Ff. 53: _tranect_] _traject_ Rowe. _crane, next_ Jackson conj. 54: _words_] _word_ Q3 Q4. 55: _thee_] _hee_ F2. 62: _that_] Qq Ff. _what_ Rowe (ed. 2). 63: _accoutred_] _apparreld_ Q1. 72: _withal_] _with all_ Rowe (ed. 2.) See note (X). 75: _I have_] _I’ve_ Pope. 81: _my_] _my my_ Q2. ~~~~~ SCENE V. _The same. A garden._ _Enter_ LAUNCELOT _and_ JESSICA. _Laun._ Yes, truly; for, look you, the sins of the father are to be laid upon the children: therefore, I promise ye, I fear you. I was always plain with you, and so now I speak my agitation of the matter: therefore be of good cheer; for, truly, I think you are damned. There is but 5 one hope in it that can do you any good; and that is but a kind of bastard hope neither. _Jes._ And what hope is that, I pray thee? _Laun._ Marry, you may partly hope that your father got you not, that you are not the Jew’s daughter. 10 _Jes._ That were a kind of bastard hope, indeed: so the sins of my mother should be visited upon me. _Laun._ Truly then I fear you are damned both by father and mother: thus when I shun Scylla, your father, I fall into Charybdis, your mother: well, you are gone both ways. 15 _Jes._ I shall be saved by my husband; he hath made me a Christian. _Laun._ Truly, the more to blame he: we were Christians enow before; e’en as many as could well live, one by another. This making of Christians will raise the price of 20 hogs: if we grow all to be pork-eaters, we shall not shortly have a rasher on the coals for money. _Enter_ LORENZO. _Jes._ I’ll tell my husband, Launcelot, what you say: here he comes. _Lor._ I shall grow jealous of you shortly, Launcelot, 25 if you thus get my wife into corners. _Jes._ Nay, you need not fear us, Lorenzo: Launcelot and I are out. He tells me flatly, there is no mercy for me in heaven, because I am a Jew’s daughter: and he says, you are no good member of the commonwealth; for, in 30 converting Jews to Christians, you raise the price of pork. _Lor._ I shall answer that better to the commonwealth than you can the getting up of the negro’s belly: the Moor is with child by you, Launcelot.