797793Iewe. Well, thou shalt see, thy eyes shall be thy iudge,

798794The difference of old Shylocke and Bassanio;

799795What Iessica, thou shalt not gurmandize

800796As thou hast done with mee: what Iessica,

801797and sleepe, and snore, and rend apparraile out.

802798Why Iessica I say.

803799Clowne. Why Iessica.

804800Shy. Who bids thee call? I doe not bid thee call.

805801Clow. Your worship was wont to tell me,

806802I could doe nothing without bidding.

808804Iessica. Call you? what is your will?

809805Shy. I am bid forth to supper Iessica,

810806There are my keyes: but wherefore should I goe?

811807I am not bid for loue, they flatter me,

812808But yet Ile goe in hate, to feede vpon

813809The prodigall Christian. Iessica my girle,

814810looke to my house, I am right loth to goe,

815811There is some ill a bruing towards my rest,

816812For I did dreame of money baggs to night.

817813Clowne. I beseech you sir goe, my young Maister

818814 doth expect your reproch.

819815Shy. So doe I his.

820816Clowne. And they haue conspired together, I will not say

821817you shall see a Maske, but if you doe, then it was not for nothing

822818that my nose fell a bleeding on black monday last, at sixe a clocke

823819ith morning, falling out that yeere on ashwensday was foure yeere

824820in thafternoone.

825821Shy. What are there maskes? heare you me Iessica,

826822lock vp my doores, and when you heare the drumme

827823and the vile squealing of the wry-neckt Fiffe

828824clamber not you vp to the casements then

829825Nor thrust your head into the publique streete

830826To gaze on Christian fooles with varnisht faces:

831827But stop my houses eares, I meane my casements,

832828let not the sound of shallow fopprie enter

833829my sober house. By Iacobs staffe I sweare

834830I haue no minde of feasting forth to night:

835831but I will goe: goe you before me sirra,

836832say I will come.

D. Clowne

837833Clowne. I will goe before sir.

838834Mistres looke out at window for all this,

839835 there will come a Christian by

840836will be worth a Iewes eye.

841837Shyl. What sayes that foole of Hagars ofspring? ha.

842838Iessica. His words were farewell mistris, nothing els.

843839Shy. The patch is kinde enough, but a huge feeder,

844840Snaile slow in profit, and he sleepes by day

845841more then the wild-cat: drones hiue not with me,

846842therefore I part with him, and part with him

847843to one that I would haue him helpe to wast

848844his borrowed purse. Well Iessica goe in,

849845perhaps I will returne immediatlie,

850846do as I bid you, shut dores after you, fast bind, fast find.

851847a prouerbe neuer stale in thriftie minde. Exit.

852848Ies. Farewell, and if my fortune be not crost,

853849I haue a Father, you a daughter lost. Exit.