Lock up my doors; and when you hear the drum,
And the vile squeaking 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.

[Exit Laun.

Shy. What says that fool of Hagar's offspring,

ha?

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

Shy. 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 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.