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Laun. Certainly, my conscience will serve me to run from this Jew my master: The fiend is at mine elbow; and tempts me, saying to me, Gobbo, Launcelot Gobbo, good Launcelot, or good Gobbo, or good Launcelot Gobbo, use your legs, take the start, run away: My conscience says,

no; take heed honest Launcelot; take heed honest Gobbo; or, as aforesaid, honest Launcelot Gobbo; do not run; scorn running with thy heels: Well, the most courageous fiend bids ine pack; via! says the fiend; away! says the fiend, for the heavens; rouse up a brave mind, says the fiend, and run. Well, my conscience, hanging about the neck of my heart, says very wisely to me, my honest friend Launcelot, being an honest man's son, or rather an honest woman's son; - for, indeed, my father did something smack, something grow to, he had a kind of taste; well, my conscience says, Launcelot, budge not; budge, says the fiend; budge not, says my conscience: Conscience, say I, you counsel well, fiend, say I, you counsel well: to be ruled by my conscience, I should stay with the Jew my master, who, (God 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 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:

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The fiend gives the more friendly counsel: Iwill run, fiend; my heels are at your commandment, I will run.

Enter old GOBBO, with a basket.

Gob. Master, young man, you, I pray you; which is the way to master Jew's ?

Laun. [aside.] O heavens, this is my true be gotten father! who, being more than sand-blind, high-gravel blind, knows me not: I will try conclusions with him.

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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 turping of all, on your left; marry, at the very next turning, turn of no hand, but turn down indirectly to the Jew's house.

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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 you of young master Launcelot ? Mark me now;/ [aside.] now will raise the waters: Talk you of young master Lanneclot? 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 y live. 3a f

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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 rwbeseech you; Talk you of young master Launcelot?

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Gob. Of Launcelot, an't please your mastership.

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Laun. Ergo, master Launcelot; talk not of master Launcelot, father; for the young gentle man (according to fates and destinies, and such 85% 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, post, a staff, or a prop? father?

or a hovel

Do you know me,

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?

Gob. Alack, Sir, I am sand-blind, I know you

not.

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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, 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 1 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

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flesh and blood. Lord worshipp'd might he he! 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?

give him you may Father, I

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! a halter: I am famish'd in his service; tell every finger I have with my ribs. 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,

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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

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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:

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Laun. To be brief, the very truth is, that the Jew having done me wrong, doth cause me, my father, being I hope an old man, shall frutify unto you,

Gob.

I have here a dish of doves, that 1 would bestow upon your Worship; and my suit is,

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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;

-you?

Laun. Serve you, Sir.

What would

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.

Laun. The old proverb is very well parted between my master Shylock and you, Sir; you have the grace of God Sir, and be hath enough. Bass. Thou speak'st it well: Go, father, with thy son:

Take leave of thy old master, and enquire

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