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Gob. Alack the day, I know you not, young gentleman ; but, I pray you, tell me, is my boy alive or dead?
Laun. Do you not know me, father?
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, is my mother.
Gob. Her name is Margery, indeed : I'll be sworn, if thou be Launcelot, thou art mine own flesh and blood. 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 tail 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 art thou changed! How dost thou and thy master agree? I have brought him a present; How 'gree 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 Jew: Give him a present! 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, who, indeed, gives rare new liveries ; if I serve not him, I will run as far as there is 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 other
Bass. 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.
[Exit a Servant.
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 an old man, yet, poor man, my father.
Bass. One speak for both; - What would you?
Laun. Serve you, sir.
Laun. The old proverb is very well parted between my master Shylock and you, sir; you have grace, sir, and he hath enough.
Bass. Thou speak'st it well: Go, father with thy Take leave of thy old master, and enquire My lodging out:-Give him a livery
[To his Followers. More guarded ó 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, father, come; I'll take my leave of the Jew in the twinkling
[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.
of an eye.
Enter GRATIANO. 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; to Belmont.
I must go
MERCHANT OF VENICE.
Bass. Why, then you must; But hear thee,
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;
Grä. And I must to Lorenzo, and the rest ;
8 Show of staid and serious demeanour.
Become a Christian, and thy loving wife.
Enter JESSICA and LAUNCELOT.
şoon at supper shalt thou see Lorenzo, who is thy new master's
I would not have my father
- 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.
and SALANIO. Lor. Nay, we will slink
we will slink away in supper-time;
All in an hour,