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And let us make incifion for
Por. In terms of choice I am not solely led
Por. You must take your chance,
Or swear, before
Mor. Nor will not; therefore bring me to my chance.
Por. First, forward to the temple; after dinner
Enter Launcelot alone.
from this Jew my master. The fiend is at mine
my conscience, my conscience is but a kind of hard conscience, to offer to counsel me to stay with the Jew. The fiend gives the more friendly counsel; I will run, fiend, my heels are at your commandment, I will run.
Enter old Gobbo with a basket. Gob. Master young man, you, I pray you, which is the way to master Jew's?
Laun. Ó heav'ns! this is my true begotten father, who, being more than fandblind, high gravel-blind, knows me not; I will try confusions 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 Jer’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; 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't, 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, fir.
Laun. But, I pray you, ergo, old man, ergo, I beseech you, talk
master Launcelot ? Gób. 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 fifters three, and such branches of learning,) is, indeed, deceased, or, as you would say in plain terms, gone to heav'n.
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?
Göb. Alack the day, I know you not, young gentleman ; but,
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, a man's son may; but, in the end, truth will out.
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
Gob. Her name is Margery, indeed. I'll be sworn, if thou be Launcelot, thou art mine own flesh and blood : lord worship’d might he be ! what a beard haft thou got thou haft got more hair on thy chin, than Dobbin my thill-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 that I have on my face when I last saw him.
Gob. Lord, how art thou chang'd! how dost thou and thy master agree? I have brought him a present; how agree 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 few: give him a present? give him a halter : I am familh'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
is my mother.
to one master Bassanio, who, indeed, gives rare new liveries ; if I serve him not, 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.
Enter Bassanio with Leonardo and a follower or two more.
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 deliver'd, put the liveries to making, and desire Gratiano to come anon to my lodging
Laun. To him, father.
Laun. Not a poor boy, sir, but the rich Jew's man, that would, fir, 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 have a desire as my father shall specify.
Gob. His master and he, saving your worship’s reverence, are scarce cater-cousins.
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 fuit is
Laun. In very brief, the suit is impertinent to myself, as your worship shall know by this honeft old man; and, though I fay it, though old man, yet, poor man, my father.
Bas. One speak for both, what would you?
Baj. I know thee well, thou haft obtain'd thy fuit;