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LAUNCELOT. Marry, you may partly hope that your father got you not, that you are not the Jew ' s daughter.
JESSICA. That were a kind of bastard hope indeed; so the sins of my mother should be visited upon me.
LAUNCELOT. Truly then I fear you are damn ' d both by father and mother; thus when I shun Scylla, your father, I fall into Charybdis, your mother; well, you are gone both ways.
JESSICA. I shall be saved by my husband; he hath made me a Christian.
LAUNCELOT. Truly, the more to blame he; we were Christians enow before, e ' en as many as could well live one by 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.
JESSICA. I ' ll tell my husband, Launcelot, what you say; here he comes.
[ Enter LORENZO.]
LORENZO. I shall grow jealous of you shortly, Launcelot, if you thus get my wife into corners.
JESSICA. Nay, you need nor fear us, Lorenzo; Launcelot and I are out; he tells me flatly there ' s no mercy for me in heaven, because I am a Jew ' s daughter; and he says you are no good member of the commonwealth, for in converting Jews to Christians you raise the price of