Let not the sound of shallow foppery enter
035 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.
[039] Laun. I will go before, sir. Mistress, look out at 040 window, for all this;
There will come a Christian by,
[042] Will be worth a Jewess’ eye. [Exit.
Shy. What says that fool of Hagar’s offspring, ha?
Jes. His words were, ‘Farewell, mistress;’ nothing else.