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be ruled by my conscience, I fould stay with the Jew my master, who, bless the mark! is a kind of devil; and, to run away from the Jew, I should be ruled by the fiend, who, saving your reverence, is the very devil himself ! Certainly, the Jew is the very devil incarnation; and, in my conscience, my conscience is but a kind of hard conscience, to offer to counsel me to stay with the Jew. The fiend gives the more friendly counsel ; I will run; fiend, my heels are at your commandment, I will run..

Enter old GOBBO, with a Basket. : Gob. Master, young man, tell me, I pray you, which is the way to master Jew's?

Laun. Aside,! O heavens! this is my true-begotten father! who, being more than fand blind, high-gravel blind, knows me not :-I will try.conclusions with him... · Gob. Master, young gentleman, I pray you, which is the way to master Jew's?

Laun. Turn up on your right hand, at the next turning ; but, at the next turning of all, on your left; marry, at the very next turning, turn of no hand, but turn down indirectly to the jew's house.

Gob. 'Twill be a hard way to hit! Can you tell me whether one Launcelot, that dwells with him, dwell with him, or no?

Laun. Laun. Talk you of young master Laun celot? Mark me now; Aside.] now will I raise the waters :--Talk you of young master Launcelot? · Gob. No master, fir, but a poor 'man's son ; his father, though I say it, is an honeit exceeding poor man, and, Heaven be thanked, well to live.

Laun. Well, let his father be what he will, we talk of 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 fisters three, and such branches of learning,) is, indeed, deceased; or, as you would say in plain terins, gone to heaven.

Gob. Marry, Heaven forbid ! the boy was the very staff of my age, my very prop... ..

Larn. - 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 (reft his soul !) alive or dead ?

Laur. Do you not know me, father?
Gob. Alack, fir, I am fand blind, I know you



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, (Falls on his knees.) 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, fir, stand up; I am fure, 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 fall 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 haft 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 thou art changed! How doft thou and thy master agree? I have brought him a present...

Laun. 'Give him a present! give him a halter: I am famished 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 him not, 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 lerve the Jew any longer. Enter BASSANIO, with LEONARDO, and

STEPHANO. Bass. You may do so ;-See these letters delivered ; put the liveries to making; and desire Gratiano tô come anon to my lodging.

Laun. To him, father.
Gob.. Heaven bless your worship!
Bass. Gramercy; Would'st thou aught with

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Gob. Here's my son, fir, 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, fir, '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.-- man · 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. Serve you, sir.
Gob. This is the very defect of the matter, sir.

Bass. I know thee well, thou hast obtain'd
, thy suit:
Shylock, thy master, spoke with me this day,
And hath preferr'd thee, (if it be preferment
To leave a rich Jew's service, to become
The follower of so poor a gentleman.
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