Mrs. Pet.—Excuse me, Mr. Shylock, call again.
Shylock.—Have you any old garments to sell?
Mrs. Pet.—Leave, and call again; two neighbors now approach who may mistake the object of your visit. Go! Leave by the side door.
Shylock.—
O father Abraham, what these Christians are,
Whose own hard dealings teach them to suspect
The thoughts of others! Adieu!"
[Exit L.]
Mrs. Pet (looking L).—O, you miserly old money-grabber, if you think I will tell on poor Jessica, you know but little of Kate Petruchio! Go! go! go! you old parent, you stingy father, and con over your collaterals of watches, fiddles, bibles and pistols!
[Enter Miss Helena and Mrs. Othello, door F.; they pause and observe Mrs. Petruchio.]