| 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 gormandise, | |
| | As thou hast done with me:--What, Jessica!-- | 5 |
| | 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 that | 10 |
| | 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: | 15 |
| | 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. | 20 |
| LAUNCELOT | I beseech you, sir, go: my young master doth expect | |
| | your reproach. | |
| SHYLOCK | So do I his. | |
| LAUNCELOT | An they have conspired together, I will not say you | |
| | shall see a masque; but if you do, then it was not | 25 |
| | 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: | 30 |
| | 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, | 35 |
| | 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, | |
| | I have no mind of feasting forth to-night: | |
| | But I will go. Go you before me, sirrah; | 40 |
| | Say I will come. | |
| LAUNCELOT | I will go before, sir. Mistress, look out at | |
| | window, for all this, There will come a Christian | |
| | boy, will be worth a Jewess' eye. | |
| | Exit | |
| SHYLOCK | What says that fool of Hagar's offspring, ha? | 45 |
| 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 | 50 |
| | To one that 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; | 55 |
| | 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 | |
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