William Shakespeare's The Merchant of Venice, famous for the lines, "prick us do we not laugh, wrong us will we not avenge", tells the story of love, honour and justice.
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Act II. Scene V.

Scene V. The Same. Before SHYLOCK'S


Shy. Well, thou shalt see, thy eyes shall bo
thy judge,
The difference of old Shylock and Bassanio:—-
What, Jessica!—thou shalt not gormandize,
As thou hast done with me;—What, Jessica!—
And sleep and snore, and rend apparel out—
Why, Jessica, I say!
Laun. Why, Jessica!
Shy. Who bids thee call? I do not bid thee
Laun. Your worship was wont to tell me that
I could do nothing without bidding.

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
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 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 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 squealing 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 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 to-night;
But I will go. Go you before me, sirrah;
Say I will come.
Laun. 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.
Shy. What says that fool of Hagar's offspring,
Jes. His words were, 'Farewell, mistress;'
nothing else.
Shy. The patch is kind enough, but a huge
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
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. [Exit.
Jes. Farewell; and if my fortune be not crost,
I have a father, you a daughter, lost. [Exit.
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