Enter old GOBBO, with a basket. Gob. Master, young man, you, I pray you; which is the way to master Jew's? Laun. [aside.] O heavens! this is my true begotten father, who, being more than sand-blind, high-gravel-blind, knows me not. I will try con clusions with him. Gob. Master young gentleman, I pray you, which is the way to master Jew's? Laun. Turn up on your right hand, at the next turning, but, at the next turning of all, on your left; marry, at the very next turning, turn of no hand, but turn down indirectly to the Jew's house. Gob. By God's sonties," 'twill be a hard way to hit. Can you tell me whether one Launcelot, that dwells with him, dwell with him, or no? Laun. Talk you of young master Launcelot?Mark me now; [aside.] now will I raise the waters. -Talk you of young master Launcelot ? 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 ? Experiments. 2 Sanctities or holiness.'-kitson. 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. 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? Gob. Alack, sir, I am sand-blind; I know you not. 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. tell you news of your son. truth will come to light; long, a man's son may; will out. Well, old man, I will Give me your blessing: murder cannot be hid but, in the end, truth Gob. Pray you, sir, stand up: I am sure you are not Launcelot, my boy. Laun. Pray you, let's 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. Gob. Her name is Margery, indeed. I'll be sworn, if thou be Launcelot, thou art mine own flesh and blood. Lord worshipped might he be! what a beard hast thou got! Thou hast got more hair on thy chin, than Dobbin my phill-horse has on his tail. Laun. It should seem then, that Dobbin's tail 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 art thou changed! How dost thou and thy master agree? I have brought him a present. How 'gree you now? 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 present! give him a halter: I am famished 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: if I serve not him, I will run as far as God has any ground.-0 rare fortune! here comes the man :-to him, father; for I am a Jew, if I serve the Jew any longer. 1 For thill-horse, i. e. shatt-horse. Am firmly resolved. Enter BASSANIO, with LEONARDO, and other followers. Bas. You may do so;-but let it be so hasted, that supper be ready at the farthest by five of the clock. See these letters delivered; put the liveries to making; and desire Gratiano to come anon to my lodging. [Exit Servant. Luun. To him, father. Gob. God bless your worship! Bas. Gramercy! Wouldst thou aught with me? Gob. Here's my son, sir, a poor boy, Laun. Not a poor boy, sir, but the rich Jew's man; that would, sir, as my father shall specify, 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 I have a desire, as my father shail specify, Gob. His master and he (saving your worship's reverence) are scarce cater-cousins.2 Laun. 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 I Contraction for grant me mercy!' 2 A corruption of quatre cousins, distant relatives. myself, as your lordship shall know by this honest old man; and, though I say it, though old man, yet, poor man, my father. Bas. One speak for both.-What would you? Gob. This is the very defect of the matter, sir. Bas. I know thee well; thou hast obtain'd thy suit : Shylock, thy master, spoke with me this day, 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. Bas. Thou speak'st it well. Go, father, with thy son : Take leave of thy old master, and inquire My lodging out.-Give him a livery [to his followers. More guarded1 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 Ornamented. Table is the palm of the hand extended |