Launcelot (cont.)
will be worth a Jewess’ eye.
Exit.
Shylock
What says that fool of Hagar’s offspring, ha?
Jessica
His words were “Farewell mistress;” nothing else.
Shylock
The patch is kind enough, but a huge feeder;
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 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.