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The Merchant of Venice

Act II, Scene 5

The same. Before SHYLOCK'S house.
 
[Enter SHYLOCK and LAUNCELOT]
 
SHYLOCK
              ,           ,          ,           ,         ,
      Well, thou | shalt see,| thy eyes | shall be | thy judge,
            ,        2    ,     ,   ,             , 2
      The diffe|rence of old | Shylock / and Bas|sanio;
            ,     ,          ,          ,       ,
      What Jes|sica,| thou shalt | not gor|mandise
           ,           ,          ,         ,     ,
      As thou | hast done | with me:| What Jes|sica?
            ,           ,           ,       ,      ,
      And sleep,| and snore,| and rend | appar|el out.
           ,     ,      ,
      Why Jes|sica | I say.
 
LAUNCELOT
                                 ,     ,
                            Why Jes|sica.
 
SHYLOCK
            ,           ,       ,        ,           ,
      Who bids | thee call?| I do | not bid | thee call.
 
LAUNCELOT
            ,        ,      ,         ,
      Your worsh|ip was | wont to | tell me
          ,          ,           ,     ,
      I could | do noth|ing without | bidding.  (tetra with prev)
 
[Enter Jessica]
 
JESSICA
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      Call you?| What is | your will?  \\
 
SHYLOCK
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      I am | bid^forth | to sup|per Jes|sica,
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      There are | my keys:| But where|fore should | I go?
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      I am / not bid | for love,| they flat|ter me,
           ,          ,        ,         ,      ,
      But yet | I'll go | in hate,| to feed | upon
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      The prod|igal Chris|tian. Jes|sica | my girl,
        ,            ,              ,     ,         ,
      Look to | my house,| I am / right loath | to go,
             ,         ,        ,         ,           ,
      There is | some ill | a-brew|ing towards | my rest,
          ,         ,         ,      ,        ,
      For I | did dream | of mon|eybags | tonight.
 
LAUNCELOT
      ,      ,              ,        ,      ,
      I be|seech you | sir go,| my young | master
        ,       ,              ,
      Doth ex|pect 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 in the morning, falling out that year on Ash Wednesday was four year in the afternoon.
 
SHYLOCK
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      What are | there masques?| Hear you | me Jes/sica,
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      Lock up | my doors,| and when | you hear | the drum
                  ,     ,                  ,     ,     ,
      And the / vile squeal|ing of the // wry-necked fife,
        ,        ,         ,            ,          ,
      Clamber | not you | up to | the case|ments then,
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      Nor thrust | your head | into | the pub|lic street
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      To gaze | on Chris|tian fools | with varn|ished fac|es:
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      But stop | my house|'s ears,| I mean | my case|ments,   (hex with prev)
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      Let not | the sound | of shal|low fop|pery ent||er
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      My sob|er house.| By Jac|ob's staff | I swear,
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      I have | no mind of feast|ing forth | tonight:
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      But I will | go: Go / you be|fore me | sirrah,
          ,          ,
      Say^I | will come.
 
LAUNCELOT
                         ,         ,      ,
                         I will | go be|fore sir.
       ,               ,        ,             ,    ,
      Mistress | look out | at wind|ow for / all this;
        ,            ,         ,        __
      There will | come a | Christian | by,
        ,         ,        ,       ___
      Will be | worth a | Jewess'| eye.
 
[Exit]
 
SHYLOCK
            ,              x      ,         T    T     T
      What says | that fool of | Hagar's | offspring? Ha.
 
JESSICA
            ,                 ,   ,           ,        ,
      His words | were fare/well mist|ress, noth|ing else.
 
SHYLOCK
            ,          ,       ,        2    ,      ,
      The patch | is kind | enough,| but a huge | feeder:
        T     T   .   T       ,          ,         ,
      Snail-slow in prof|it, and | he sleeps | by day
        ,      2     T   T      T           ,          ,
      More than the wildcat: drones | hive^not | with me,
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      Therefore | I part | with him,| and part | with him
       T  T    T            ,          ,         ,
      To one that | would have | him help | to waste
           ,          ,           ,     ,       ,
      His bor|rowed purse.| Well Jes|sica | go in,
           ,        ,        ,       ,   2   ,
      Perhaps | I will | return | immed|iately;
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      Do as I bid you, shut doors after you, fast bind, fast find,  ????
          ,       ,       ,          ,        ,
      A prov|erb nev|er stale | in thrif|ty mind.
 
[Exit]
 
JESSICA
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      Farewell,| and if | my fort|une be | not crossed,
      ,            ,       ,         ,        ,
      I have | a fath|er, you | a daught|er lost.
 
[Exit]

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