Jes. And what hope is that, I pray thee?
Laun. Marry, you may partly hope that your father 010 got you not, that you are not the Jew’s daughter.
Jes. That were a kind of bastard hope, indeed: so the sins of my mother should be visited upon me.
Laun. Truly then I fear you are damned both by father [014] and mother: thus when I shun Scylla, your father, I fall 015 into Charybdis, your mother: well, you are gone both ways.
Jes. I shall be saved by my husband; he hath made me a Christian.
Laun. Truly, the more to blame he: we were Christians [019] enow before; e’en as many as could well live, one by 020 another. This making of Christians will raise the price of hogs: if we grow all to be pork-eaters, we shall not shortly have a rasher on the coals for money.
Enter Lorenzo.
Jes. I’ll tell my husband, Launcelot, what you say: here [024] he comes.
025 Lor. I shall grow jealous of you shortly, Launcelot, if you thus get my wife into corners.
Jes. Nay, you need not fear us, Lorenzo: Launcelot and I are out. He tells me flatly, there is no mercy for me in heaven, because I am a Jew’s daughter: and he says, 030 you are no good member of the commonwealth; for, in converting Jews to Christians, you raise the price of pork.