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Master Launcelet.

Gob. Your worships friend, and Lancelet fir.

Lan. But I pray you ergo olde ınan, ergo I beseech you, calke you of yong N. Lancelet.

Gob, of Lancelet an't please your mastership.

Lan. Ergo master Lancelet, talke not ofinailter Lancelet Father; for the yong Gentleman according to fates and destinies, and such odd sayings, the tifters three, and such braunches of learning, is indeed deceased, or as you would lay in plain terms,

Gob. Marry God forbid, the boy was the veric staffc of my age, my very prop.

Lance. Dollooke like a cudgellor a houell poste, a staffe, or a prop: do you knowine Father.

Gob. Alacke the day, I know you not yong Gentleman, buc I pray you tell mee, is my boy (GOD reft his soule) aliúe or dead.

Lance. Do you not know me Father?
Gob. Alacke fir, I am sand blinde, I know you not.

Lan. Nay, in deede if you had your eyes you might faile of the knowing me: it is a wise Father that knowes his own child. Well, oldcinan, I will tell you newes of your sonne, giuc ince your blessing; Truech will come to light, Murther cannot be hidde long, a mans sonnc may, but at the length trucch will

Gobbo. Pray you fir stand up, I am sure you are not Launcelet my boy.

Lance. Pray you let's haue no more fooling about it, but giue me your blessing; I am Lancelot your boy that was, your son that is, your child that shall be.

Gob. I cannot thinke you are my sonne.

Lance. I know not what I shall thinke of that, but I am Lancelet the lews man, and I am sure Murgery, your wife is my mocher.

Gob. Her name is Margery indeede, ile be sworne if thou bec Loncelet, thou art minc ownc Alesh and blood: Lord worship

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might he be, what a beard haft thou got? thou hast got more haire on thy chin,then Dobbin my pilhorse has on his tale.

Lan. It should seeme then that Dobbins caile growes backward.I am sure he had more haire of his tayle then I hauc of my face, when I laft saw him.

Gob. Lord how art thou chang’d: how does thou and thy Mafter agrec? I hauc brought him a present; how agree you

Lance. Well, well, but for mine owne part as I haue set up my rest to runne away, so I will not reft till I have run fome ground; My master's a very lew, giuc him a present, giue him a halter, I am familhțin his feruice. You may cell cuery finger I haue with my ribs : Father I am glad you are come, giue me your present to one Master Baffanio, who indeed giues rare new liueries, if I serue not him, I will runne as farre as God has any ground. O rare fortune, here comes the man, to him Father, for I am a lew if I serue the lew any longer:

Enter Bassanio with a follower or two. Baf. You may doe so, buc let it be so hafted that supper be ready at the farthest by fiuc of the clocke: see these Letters deliuered, put the Lyueries to making and defire Gratiano to come anon to my lodging.

Exit one of his men.
Lance. To him Father.
Gob.God blesse your Worship.
Bal. Gramercy,wouldft thou ought with me?
Gob. Here's my sonne sirga poore boy.

Lance. Not a poore boy fir,but the rich lewes man that wold. fir,as my father shall specific.

Gob. He hath a great infection fır, as one would say to serue.

Lance. Indeed the short and the long is, I serue the lew, and haue a desire as my Father shall specific.

Gob, His Master and he (sauing your worships reuerence) arc. scarle catercofins..

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Lan. To be briefe, the very truth is that the Icw having don me wrong, doth cause me as my Father, being I hope, an olde man, shall frucific vnto you.

Gob. I haue hcere a dish of Doues that I would be tow vpon your worship: and my fute is.com

Lan. In very briefe, the sute is impertinent to my felfe, as your worship inal know by this honeft old man, and though I lay it, though old man,yet poore man my father. Balf. One speake for both, what would

you?
Lan. Seruc you fir.
Gob. That is the verie defect of the matter fir,

Baff. I know thee well, thou haft obtain’d thy fute,
Shylocke thy master spoke with me this day,
And hath preferr’d thee, if it be preferinenc
To Icaue a rich lewes seruice, to become
The follower of so poore a Gentleman.

Lan. The old Prouerbe is very well parted between my mafter Shylock and you fir, You haue the grace of God fir, and hee hath enough.

Ball. Thou speakstic well. Go Father with thy fonne,
Take leaue of thy old master, and enquire
My Lodging out. Giuc him a Liuery
More garded then his fellowes, see it done.

Lan, Father in, I cannot get a seruice, no, I ha nere a tongue in my head. Well, if any man in Ital; haue a fairer table which doth offer coswcare vppon a booke, I shall hauc good fortune.. Go too, heere's a simple line of life, here's a smal trifle of wiocs: Alas, fiftcenc wiues is nothing, eleuen VViddowes and nine maids, is á fimple comming in for one man, and then to escape drowning thrice, and to be in perill of my life with the edge of à feather-bed, heere are fimple scapes: well, if Fortune bec a woman, shee's a good wench for this geere. Father, come, ilc take my lcauc of the lew in the ewinkling of an cye.

Exit Clowne:
Ball. I pray thee good Leonardo chinke on this,
These things being bought, and orderly bestow'd,

Returne

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Returne in haft, for I do feast to night,
My best esteem'd acquaintance, hie thee, go.

Leon, My beft endeuors shall be donc hcerein.

Exit

Enter Gratiano,
Gra. Where's your Master.
Leon, Yonder fir he walkes.
Gra. Signior Baffanio.
Bal.Gratiano?
Gra. I haue a sute to you.
Bas. You hauc obtain'd it.
Gra. You must not deny me, I must go with you to Belmonta

Baff. Why then you must. But beare thee Gratiano,
Thou are too wilde, too rude, and bold of voice,
Parts that become the happily enough,
And in such eies as ours appeare not faults,
But where chou art not knowne. Why there they shew
Someching too lib'rall : prethee cake paine
To allay with some cold drops of modestic
Thy skipping spirit, left through thy wilde behauiour
I be misconftred in the place I go to,
And lose my hopes.

Gra. Signior Bafanio, hcare me:
If I do not put on a sober habite,
Talke with respect, and sweare but now and than;
Weare prayer bookes in my pocket, looke demurely,
Nay more, while Grace is saying, hood mine cies
Thus with my hat, and figh, and say Amen :
Vse all the obseruance of ciuility,
Like one well studied in a fad oftent
To please his Grandam, ncuer trust me more,

Bal. Well, we shall Tee your bearing.

Gra. Nay buc I barre conight, you shall not gageme:
By what we do tonight.

Ball. No that were pitry,
I would cntrcate you rather to put on:

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Lan. To be briefe, the very truth is that the low having don me wrong, doth cause me as my Father, beingl hope, an olde man, shall frucific vnto you.

Gob. I haue hecrea dish of Doues that I would bestow vpon your worship: and ıny fuce isce

Lan. In very briefe, the sure is impertinent to my felfe, as your worship Thal know by this honeftold man, and though I lay it, though old man, yet poore man my father.

Ball. One speake for both, what would you?
Lar. Seruc you fir.
Gob. That is the verie defect of the matter fir.

Baff. I know thee well, thou haft obtain'd thy fute,
Shylocke thy master spoke with me this day,
And hath preferr’d thee, if it be preferınent
To Icaue a rich lewes seruice, to become
The follower of fo poore a Gentleman.

Lan. The old Prouerbe is very well parted between my mafter Shylock and you fir, You haue the grace of

God fir, and hee hath enough.

Bas. Thou speak ft it well. Go Father with thy fonne,
Take leaue of thy old master, and enquire
My Lodging out. Giuc him a Liuery
More garded then his fellowes, see it done.

Lan, Father in, I cannot get a seruice, no, I ha nere a congue in my head. Well, if any man in Italy haue a fairer table which doth offer coswcare vppon a booke, I shall haue good fortune. . Go too, heere's a simple line of life, here's a smal trifle of wiues: Alas, fiftcene wiues is nothing, eleuen VViddowes and nine maids, is a simple comming in for one man, and then to escape drowning thrice, and to be in perill of my life with the edge of a feather-bed, heere are fimple scapes: well, if Fortune bec a woman, shee's a good wench for this geere. Father, come, ile take my leaue of the lew in the twinkling of an eye.

Exit Clowne.
Baf. I pray thee good Leonardo thinke on this,
These things being bought, and orderly bcftow'd,

Returne

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