Reading The Merchant of Venice — William Shakespeare

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Shy.

I am bid forth to supper Iessica,

There are my Keyes: but wherefore should I go?

I am not bid for loue, they flatter me,

But yet Ile goe in hate, to feede vpon

The prodigall Christian. Iessica my girle,

Looke to my house, I am right loath to goe,

There is some ill a bruing towards my rest,

For I did dreame of money bags to night.

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