Venice. 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 gormandize
	As thou hast done with me - What Jessica!-
	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 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;
	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 tonight.

Launcelot	I beseech you, sir, go; my young master doth expect your 
	reproach.

Shylock	So do I his.

Launcelot	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'th'morning, falling out that year on Ash-Wednesday 
	was four year in th'afternoon.

Shylock	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-necked fife,
	Clamber not you up to the casements then,
	Nor thrust your head into the public street
	To gaze on Christian fools with varnished 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
	I have no mind of feasting forth tonight.
	But I will go. Go you before me, sirrah;
	Say I will come.

Launcelot						I will go before sir.
	[To JESSICA.] Mistress, look out at window for all this:
	There will come a Christian by
	Will be worth a Jewess' eye.
														[Exit.
Shylock	What says that fool of Hagar's offspring, ha?

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
	To one that I would have him help to waste
	His borrowed purse. Well, Jessica, go in.
	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.
Jessica	Farewell; and if my fortune be not crost,
	I have a father, you a daughter, lost.
														[Exit.
