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How like a younger or a prodigall,
tell me for more certainty, Albeit Ile fweare that I do know your tongue.
Lor, Lorenzo and thy louc.
leff. Lorenzo certaine,and my loue indeed,
lef.Here,catch this Casket,tis worth the paines,
Lor.Descend, for you must be my torch-bearer.
let.what,must I hold a Candle to my shames,
Lor,So are you sweete,
Doth play the 'run-away,
lef.I will make fast the doorcs, and guild sny felfe With some mo ducats, and be with you straight.
Grat. Now by my hood, a Gentile and no Icw.
Lor.Beshrew me but I loue her hartily,
Ant.Fic, fic Gratiano, where are all the reft?
Enter Portia with Morrocbo, and borb their traies,
Por. Goe; draw aside the Curtaines, and discouer
Mor. The first of gold,who this iscription beares,
hazard all he hath.. How Shall I know if I do choose the right?
gone to heauen.
Gob. Your worships friend, and Lancelet fir.
Lan. But I pray you ergo oldcinan, ergo I beseech you, talke you of yong N. Lancelet.
Gob, of Lancelet an't please your mastership,
Lan. Ergo master Lancelet, calke not of inaister Lancelet Father; for the yong Gentleman according to faces and destinies, and such odd sayings, the tisters three, and such braunches of learning, is indeed deceased, or as you would say in plain terms,
Gob. Marry God forbid, the boy was cho veric staffc of my age, my very prop.
Lance. Dollooke like a cudgellor a houell poste, a staffe, or a prop: do you know ine Father. .
Gob. Alacke the day, I know you not yong Gentleman, buc I pray you tell mee, is my boy (GOD reft his soule), aliue or dead.
Lance. Do you not know me Father?
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, olde inan, I will tell you newes of your sonne, giuc ince your blessing; Trucch will come to light, Murther cannot be hidde long, a mans sonne may, but at the length trueth will
Gobbo. Pray you sir stand vp, I am sure you are not Launcelet
Lance. Pray you let's haue no more fooling about it, buc 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 sonnc.
Lance. I know not what I shall thinke of that, but I am Lana celet the lewsman, and I am sure Margery
, your wife is my mother.
Gob. Her name is Margery indeede, ile be sworne if thou bee Lancelet, thou are minc. owncflesh and blood: Lord worship
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 last saw him.
Gob. Lord how art thou chang'd: how doest chou and thy Mafter agrec? I haue brought him a present; how agree you now Lance. Well, well,
but for mine owne part as I haue set vp my rest to runne away, so I will not rett till Thaue run fome ground; My master's a very lew, giuc him a present,g:uc him a halter, I am famishțin 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 Bassanio, who indeed giues rare new liueries, if I ferue not him, I will runnc 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 Balranio with a follower or two. Baff. You may doe so, buc let it be so hasted that supper be ready at the farthest by fiuc of the clocke:sce these Letters deliuered, put the Lyueries to making, and desire Gratiano to come anon to my lodging.
Exit one of his men.
Lance.Not a poore boy fir,but the rich Idwes man that wold. fir,as may father shall specific.
Gob. He hath a great infection fir, as one would say co ferue;
Lance. Indeed the short and the long is, I serue the Jew, and haue a desire as my Father shall specific.
Gob.His Master and he (fauing your worships rcucrence) are. scarle catercofins..
Lan. To be briefe, the very truth is, that the low having don me wrong, doth cause me as my Father, being I hope, an olde man, shall frutific vnto you.
Gob. I haue hccre a dish of Doues that I would bestow vpon your worship: and iny fuce is
Lan. In very briefe, the fute is impertinent to my selfe, as
Baf. One speake for both, what would you?
Baff. I know thee well, thou hast obtain’d thy fute,
Lan. The old Prouerbe is very well parted between my ma-
Bass. Thou speakst it well. Go Father with thy fonne,
Lan. Father in, I cannot get a seruice, no, I ha nere a congue
geere. Father, come ile