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Gob. By God's sonties," 'twill be a hard way to hit Can
you tell me whether one Launcelot, that dwells with him, dwell with him, or no ? Laun. Talk
of young master Launcelot? - Mark me now; [aside.] now will I raise the waters : - Talk
you of young master Launcelot?
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
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.
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 ?
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,
God's sonties,] Supposed to be a corruption of God's saints.
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 bę Launcelot, thou art mine own flesh and blood. Lord worshipp'd might be be! what a beard hast thou got! thou hast got more hair on thy chin, than Dobbin my phill-horsep 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 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. Enter BASSANIO, with LEONARDO, and other Followers.
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. 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,
my phill-horse-] Phill, or thill, means the shafts of a cart or waggon.
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 u ?
Bass. I know thee well, thou hast obtained thy suit :
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.
Bass. Thou speak’st it well; Go, father, with thy Take leave of thy old master, and enquire [son: My lodging out: give him a livery. [To his Followers. More guardedP 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
- more guarded-] i. e. More omamented.
table ;] i. e. The palm of the hand extended, so as to allow the observations of one skilled in the art of palmistry.-That of Launce was so good, that it did not only promise, but offered to swear upon a book, that his fortune should be good. This is the explanation of Tyrwhitt, whose mode of printing the passage I have adopted.
to swear upon a book, I shall have good fortune; Go to, here's a simple line of life! here's a mall 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 ;-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.
[Exeunt LAUNCelot and Old GoBBO.
Yonder sir, he walks.
[Exit LEONARDO. Gra. Signior Bassanio,
You have obtained it. Gra. You must not deny me; I must go with you to
Signior Bassanio, hear me:
liberal :] i. e. Coarse, licentious.
Wear prayer-books in my pocket, look demurely;
we shall see your bearing.
No, that were pity;
Gra. And I must to Lorenzo, and the rest;
- SCENE III.
A Room in Shylock's House.
Jes. I am sorry, thou wilt leave my father so;
shalt thou see
Laun. Adieu tears exhibit my tongue.-Most beautiful pagan,-most sweet Jew! If a Christian did 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. Alack, what heinous sin is it in me, To be asham'd to be my father's child !
ostent.] i. e. Appearance.
beuring.] i. e. Deportment.