Love's Labour's Lost (version 2) - Audiolibro Gratis

000 Scene V. The same. Before Shylock’s house.

TMOV II. 5 Enter Shylock and Launcelot.

001 Shy. Well, thou shalt see, thy eyes shall be thy judge,

The difference of old Shylock and Bassanio:—

What, Jessica!—thou shalt not gormandise,

As thou hast done with me:—What, Jessica!—

005 And sleep and snore, and rend apparel out;—

Why, Jessica, I say!

Laun.

Why, Jessica!

007 Shy. Who bids thee call? I do not bid thee call.

008 Laun. Your worship was wont to tell me that I could

do nothing without bidding.

Enter Jessica.

010 Jes. Call you? what is your will?

Shy. I 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

015 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 to-night.

Laun. I beseech you, sir, go: my young master doth 020 expect your reproach.

Shy. So do I his.

Laun. 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 025 last at six o’clock i’ the morning, falling out that year on Ash-Wednesday was four year, in the afternoon.

027 Shy. What, are there masques? Hear you me, Jessica:

Lock up my doors; and when you hear the drum,

029 And the vile squealing of the wry-neck’d fife,

030 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 house’s ears, I mean my casements:

Let not the sound of shallow foppery enter

035 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.

039 Laun. I will go before, sir. Mistress, look out at 040 window, for all this;

There will come a Christian by,

042 Will be worth a Jewess’ eye. [Exit.

Shy. What says that fool of Hagar’s offspring, ha?

Jes. His words were, ‘Farewell, mistress;’ nothing else.

045 Shy. The patch is kind enough, but a huge feeder;

046 Snail-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 him help to waste

050 His borrow’d purse. Well, Jessica, go in:

Perhaps I will return immediately:

052 Do as I bid you; shut doors after you:

053 Fast bind, fast find,

A proverb never stale in thrifty mind. [Exit.

055 Jes. Farewell; and if my fortune be not crost,

I have a father, you a daughter, lost. [Exit.