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Gob. 'No master, sir, but a poor man's son ; his father, though I say it, is an honest exceeding poor man, and, God be thanked, well to live.
Laun. Well, let his father be what he will, we talk of young master Launcelot. - Gob. Your worship's friend, and Launcelot, sir.
Laun. But I pray you ergo, old man, ergo, I beseech you; Talk you of young master Launcelot ?
Gob. Of Launcelot, an't please your mastership..
Laun. Ergo, master Launcelot, talk not of master Launcelot, father : for the young gentleman (according to fates and destinies, and such odd sayings, the sisters three, and such branches of learning) is, indeed, deceased; or, as you would say, in plain terms, gone to heaven,
113 Gob. Marry, God forbid ! the boy was the very staff of my age, my very prop.
Laun. Do I look like a cudgel, or a hovel-post, a staff, or a prop?-Do you know me, father?
Gob. Alack the day, I know you not, young gentleman: but, I pray you, tell me, is my boy (God rest his soul!) alive, or dead?
Laun. Do you not know me, father?
Laun. Nay, indeed, if you had your eyes, you might fail of the knowing me: it is a wise father, that knows his own child. Well, old man, I will tell you news of your son : Give me your blessing: truth
will come to light; murder cannot be hid long, man's son may; but, in the end, truth will out. : Gob. Pray you, sir, stand up; I ani sure, you are not Launcelot my boy,
1301 Laun. Pray yoll, lets have no more fooling about it, but give me your blessing; I am Launcelot, your boy that was, your son that is, your child that shall be.
Gob. I cannot think, you are my son.
Laun. I know not what I shall think of that : but I am Launcelot, the Jew's man; and, I am sure, Margery, your wife, is my mother. .
138 Gob. Her name is Margery, indeed: I'll be sworn, if thou be Launcelot, thou art my own flesh and blood. Lord worshipp'd might he be! what a beard hast thou got! thou hast got more hair on thy chin, than Dobbin my thill-horse has on his tail. Laun. It should seem then, that Dobbin's tait grows backward; I am sure, he had more hair on his tail, than I have on my face, when I last saw him.
Gob. Lord, how thou art chang'd! How dost thou and thy master agree? I have brought him a present ;* How agree you now?
149 * Laun. Well, well ; but, for mine own part, as I have set up my rest to run away, so I will not rest 'till I have run some ground: My master's a very Jew; Give him a presenti give him a halter : I. am famish'd in his service ; you may tell every finger I have with my ribs. Father, I am glad you are come; give me your present to one master Bassanio,
who, indeed, gives rare new liveries į if I serve not him, I will run as far as God has any ground. O rare fortune! here comes the man ;-to him, father; for I am a Jew, if I serve the Jew any longer. 160
Enter BASSANIO, with LEONARDO, and a Follower or
Bass. You may do so ;-but let it be so hasted, that supper be ready at the farthest by five of the clock: Şee these letters delivered; put the liveries to making; and desire Gratiano to come anon to my lodge ing:
Laun. To him, father.
Laun. Not a poor boy, sir, but the rich Jew's man; that would, sir, as my father shall specify,
171 Gob. He hath a great infection, sir, as one would say, to serve
Laun. Indeed, the short and the long is, I serve the Jew, and have a desire, as my father shall specify,
Geb. His master and he (saving your worship's reverence), are scarce cater-cousins.
Leun. To be brief, the very truth is, that the Jew having done me wrong, doth cause me, as my father, being I hope an old man, shall frutify unto you,
Gob. I have here a dish of doves, that I would bestow upon your worship; and my suit is,
Laun. In very brief, the suit is impertinent to my. self, as your worship shall know by this honest old man; and, though I say it, though old man, yet, poor man, my father. Bass. One speak for both ;--- What would you ? Laun. Serve you, sir.
190 Gob. This is the very defect of the matter, sir. Bass. I know thee well, thou hast obtain'd thy
Laun. The old proverb is very well parted between my master Shylock and you, sir ; you have the grace of God, sir, and he hath enough.
Bass. Thou speak'st it well: Go, father, with thy
Take leave of thy old master, and inquire
[To his Followers. More guarded than his fellows: see it done.
Laun. Father, in :- I cannot get a service, no; I have ne’er a tongue in my head. -Well, [looking on his palm] if any man in Italy have a fairer table, which doth offer to swear upon a book, I shall have good fortune. Go to, here's a simple line of life! here's a small trifle of wives : alas, fifteen wives is
nothing; eleven widows, and nine maids, is a simple coming-in for one man : and then, to 'scape drown. ing thrice ; and to be in peril of my life with the 2 edge of a feather-bed ;-here are simple' 'scapes ! Well, if fortune be a woman, she's a good wench for this gear.-Father, come; I'll take my leave of the Jew in the twinkling of an eye.
216 [Exeunt LAUN. and old GOBBO. Bass. I pray thee, good Leonardo, think on this; These things being bought, and orderly bęstow'd, Return in haste, for I do feast to night My best esteem'd acquaintance; hie thee, go.
Leon. My best endeavours shall be done herein.
Gra. Where is your master?
Gra. You must not deny me; I must go with you to Belmont. Bass. Why, then you must ;-But hear thee, Gra.
tiano; Thou art too wild, too rude, and bold of voice ;Parts, that become thee happily enough, 232 And in such eyes as ours appear not faults ; But where thou art not known, why, there they shew