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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 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 suit is,
Laun. In very brief, the suit is impertinent to myself, 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. 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. Basș. Thou speak'st it well: Go, father, with thy
· son:Take leave of thy old master, and enquire 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 23.-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 a simple coming-in for one man: and then, to 'scape drowning thrice; and to be in peril of my life with the edge of a featherbed 24;-—here are simple 'scapes ! Well, if fortune be a woman, she's a good wench for this geer.-Father, come; I'll take my leave of the Jew in the twinkling of an eye.
[Exeunt Launcelot and old Gobbo. Bass. I pray thee, good Leonardo, think on this; These things being bought, and orderly bestow'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. Gra. Where is your master?
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
Signior Bassanio, hear me:
Bass. Well, we shall see your bearing.
Gra. Nay, but I bar to-night; you shall not gage
No, that were pity;
Gra. And I must to Lorenzo, and the rest;
The same. A Room in Shylock's House.
Enter Jessica and LAUNCELOT.
Laun. Adieu!—tears exhibit my tongue.Most beautiful pagan,-most sweet Jew! If a Christian do not play the knave, and get thee, I am much deceived: But, adieu! these foolish drops do somewhat drown my manly spirit; adieu! [Exit.
Jes. Farewell, good Launcelot.-
:: SCENE IV.
The same. A Street. :
Gra. We have not made good preparation.
hours To furnish us:
Enter LAUNCELOT, with a letter.
Friend Launcelot, what's the news? Laun. An it shall please you to break up this, it shall seem to signify.