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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?
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. Well, old man, I will tell you news of your son : Give me your blessing: truth

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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,

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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

two more.

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.
Gob. God bless your worship!
Bass. Gramercy; Would'st 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,

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,

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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

suit :
Shylock, thy master, spoke with me this day,
And hath preferr'd thee; if it be preferment,
To leave a rich Jew's service to become
The follower of so poor a gentleman.

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.

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Take leave of thy old master, and inquire
My lodging out: give him a livery

[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

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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.

Enter GRATIANO.

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Gra. Where is your master?
Leon. Yonder, sir, he walks. [Exit LEONARDO.
Gra. Signior Bassanio.
Bass. Gratiano !
Gra. I have a suit to you.
Bass. You have obtain'd it.

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

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