Merchant Of Venice Act 2; Scene 5

SHYLOCKWell, thou shalt see, thy eyes shall be thy judge,The difference of old Shylock and Bassanio. Why, Jessica!
SHYLOCKWho bids thee call? I do not bid thee call. Your worship was wont to tell me that I could do nothing without bidding.
SHYLOCKI 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. I beseech you, sir, go. My young master doth expect your reproach.
SHYLOCKSo do I his. There may be a masque tonight. Last year 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.
SHYLOCKWhat, 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. I will go before, sir.— Mistress, look out at window, for all this. There will come a Christian byWill be worth a Jewess’ eye.
July 5, 2019