Shylock.—Peace! one word: in yonder pile, for little more than half the cost, a seal-skin wrap and overcoat may grace your youthful forms.
Romeo (to Shylock in undertone).—I pray thee, gentle signor of the Gilded Balls, say naught before this maid that will reveal the fact that half my garments now repose upon your shelves.
Helena (to Shylock).—To-night I’ll steal into thy place of trade, and, under cover of the evening’s shades, examine well the seal-skin sack whereof you speak. Say nothing now, sir; mum’s the word!
Shylock.—’Tis in my memory locked, and you yourself shall keep the key of it.
[Enter Jessica, Mrs. Petruchio and Mrs. Othello.]
Jessica.—Oh! Oh! (jumps behind Mrs. Petruchio).
Mrs. Othello.—Hide me! Save me!
Mrs. Pet.—Thou shalt be punished for thus frightening me, thou man of loans. Be quiet sweet Mrs. Othello, thy husband is not here.
Mrs. Othello.—Mr. Romeo, what brings this, our general kinsman, here upon the scene?
Romeo.—His business calls him here.