Enter the Ladie Jeane of Essex, in haste, gathering her skirts about her:

My Lords, I pray that I arrive betimes
To join your japes and marvel at your rimes.
My Venice journey held me in delay,
"What gnus on the Rialto ?" did you say ?
Here 'tis, and is right apt for this affair:
"Some men there are love not a gaping pig;
Some, that are mad if they behold a cat;
And others, when the bagpipe sings i'the nose
Cannot contain their urine." Thus spake he.
His words had scarcely thundered round the court,
When up I stood and added to his list
Not only bagpipe, but the bodhran drum,
And banjoe that the folke do loudely strum.
"Indeed, 'tis true," quoth Shylock,"and correct.
All three, when played, do have the same effect."
What say you, worthy Gnu, Lord Bruce and all ?
Methinks we should be merry with good cheer,
Let pipe and banjoe sound, and quaff our beer !

Exit the Ladie Jeane of Essex