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Why, Jessica !
Shy. Who bids thee call? I do not bid thee call,

Lau. Your worship was wont to tell me I could do nothing without bidding.

Jes. Call you? What is your will?
Shy. I am bid forth to supper, 20 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 :21—Jessica, my girl,
Look to my house :-I am right loath to go;
There is some ill a brewing towards my rést,
For I did dream of money-bags to night.

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

Shy. So do s his.

Lau. 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(B) last, at six o'clock i'the morning, falling out that year on Ash-Wednesday was four year in the afternoon.

Shy. What! are there masques ? Hear you me, Jessica : Lock up my doors; and when you hear the drum, And the vile squeaking 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 : But stop my



I mean my casements;


20 I am bid forth to supper,] I am invited. To bid,

old language, meant to pray. 21 — to feed upon the

prodigal Christian:] The poet here means to heighten the malignity of Shylock's character, by making him depart from his settled resolve, of “neither to eat, drink nor pray with Christians,” for the prosecution of his revenge.

-nose fell a bleeding] Some superstitious belief was annexed to the accident of bleeding at the nose.

wry-neck'd ff] The upper part or mouth-piece, rebembling the beak of a bird.


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;
Say, I will come.
Lau. I will go before, Sir.— .
Mistress, look out at window, for all this;
There will come a Christian by, - -
Will be worth a Jewess' eye.” [Erit LAUNCELor.
Shy. What says that fool of Hagar's offspring, ha? -
Jes. His words were, Farewell, mistress; nothing else.
Shy. The patch is kind enough;” but a huge feeder,
$nail-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 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;

A proverb never stale in thrifty mind. [Bett.
Jes. Farewell; and if my fortune be not crost, -
I have a father, you a daughter, lost. [Exit into house.

Enter GRATIANo and SALARINo, masqued.

Gra. This is the pent-house, under which Lorenzo JDesir'd us to make stand.

Sal. His hour is almost past.

Gra. And it is marvel he out-dwells his hour,
For lovers ever run before the clock.

Sal. O, ten times faster Venus' pigeons fly
To seal love's bonds new made, than they are wont
To keep obliged faith unforfeited!

Gra. That ever holds: who riseth from a feast,
With that keen appetite that he sits down?

* — worth a Jewess' eye.] It's worth a Jews' eye is a proverbial phrase.

* The patch is kind enough ;) Patch is the name of a Fool, probably in allusion to his patch'd or party colored dress.

Where is the horse that doth untread again
His tedious measures with the unbated fire
That he did pace them first? All things that are,
Are with more spirit chased than enjoy’d.

Sal. Here comes Lorenzo.

Lor. Sweet friends, your patienoe for my long abode : Not I, but my affairs, have made you wait: When you shall please to play the thieves for wives, I'll watch as long for you then. Here dwells my father Jew:


O happy fair !
Your eyes are lode-stars, and your tongue sweet air
More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear

When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear !27
Ho! who's within ?

Enter JESSICA, above.
Jes. Who are you? Tell me, for more certainty,
Albeit I'll swear that I do know your tongue.

Lor. Lorenzo, and thy love.

Jes. Lorenzo, certain; and my love, indeed; For who love I so much? And now who knows But

you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours? Lor. Heaven, and thy thoughts, are witness that thou art Jes. Here, catch this casket; it is worth the pains.

Lor. Come, come at once;
For the close night doth play the run-away,
And we are staid for at Bassanio's feast.

Jes. I will make fast the doors, and gild myself
With some more ducats, and be with you straight.

[Exit from above. Gra. Now, by my hood, a Gentile and no Jew.28

26 Sung by Miss POOLE, Miss LEFFLER, and Mr. WALLWORTH. 27 The words are from Midsummer Night's Dream, Act i., Scene 1.

- a Gentile and no Jew.) A jest arising from the ambiguity of Gentile, which signifies both a Heathen, and one well-born.


Lor. Beshrew me, but I love her heartily:
For she is wise, if I can judge of her;
And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true;
And true she is, as she hath prov’d herself;
And therefore, like herself, wise, fair, and true,
Shall she be placed in my constant soul.

Enter JESSICA, below.

What, art thou come 2—On, gentlemen, away;
Our masquing mates by this time for us stay. [Exeunt

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(A) Venice occupies 72 islands. There are 306 canals, traversed by innumerable gondolas. The gondolas introduced in this scene are copied from paintings of the same date as when the action of the play is supposed to occur, and are, consequently, rather varied in shape from those now seen in Venice. Besides the great squares of St. Mark, and the adjoining Piazetta before the Doge's Palace, the city has numerous narrow streets, or rather lanes, with small open spaces in front of the churches, or formed by the termination of several alleys, leading to a bridge. It is one of these spaces that is represented in the second act.

(B) " Black Monday" is Easter Monday, and was so called on this occasion. In the 34th of Edward III. (1360), the 14th April, and the morrow after Easter Day, King Edward, with his host, lay before the City of Paris, which day was full dark of mist and hail, and so bitter cold that many men died on their horse's backs with the cold.--Stowe,

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