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Original Shakespeare Company, A Midsommer Night's Dreame (Midsummer Midsommer). To Jun. 21, 2013.
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The Merchant of Venice (Quarto 1, 1600)

Author: William Shakespeare
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the Merchant of Venice.
800As thou hast done with mee: vvhat Iessica,
and sleepe, and snore, and rend apparraile out.
Why Iessica I say.
Clowne. Why Iessica.
Shy. Who bids thee call? I doe not bid thee call.
805Clow. Your vvorship was wont to tell me,
I could doe nothing without bidding.
Enter Iessica.
Iessica. Call you? vvhat is your will?
Shy. I am bid forth to supper Iessica,
810There are my keyes: but wherefore should I goe?
I am not bid for loue, they flatter me,
But yet Ile goe in hate, to feede vpon
The prodigall Christian. Iessica my girle,
looke to my house, I am right loth to goe,
815There is some ill a bruing towards my rest,
For I did dreame of money baggs to night.
Clowne. I beseech you sir goe, my young Maister
doth expect your reproch.
Shy. So doe I his.
820Clowne. And they haue conspired together, I vvill not say
you shall see a Maske, but if you doe, then it was not for nothing
that my nose fell a bleeding on black monday last, at sixe a clocke
ith morning, falling out that yeere on ashwensday was foure yeere
in thafternoone.
825Shy. What are there maskes? heare you me Iessica,
lock vp my doores, and when you heare the drumme
and the vile squealing of the wry-neckt Fiffe
clamber not you vp to the casements then
Nor thrust your head into the publique streete
830To gaze on Christian fooles with varnisht faces:
But stop my houses eares, I meane my casements,
let not the sound of shallow fopprie enter
my sober house. By Iacobs staffe I sweare
I haue no minde of feasting forth to night:
835but I will goe: goe you before me sirra,
say I will come.
D.
Clowne