66 SCENE II Venice. A street. Enter LAUNCELOT. ΙΟ 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 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 me 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 20 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 Enter OLD GOBBO, with a basket. Gob. Master young man, you, I pray you, which is Laun. [Aside] O heavens, this is my true-begotten Gob. By God's sonties, 'twill be a hard way to hit. 30 40 50 Laun. Talk you of young Master Launcelot? [Aside] 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 a' 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 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 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. [Aside] Do I look like a cudgel or a hovel-post, a staff or a prop? [Aloud] 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? Gob. Alack, sir, I am sand-blind; I know you not. Laun. Nay, indeed, if you had your eyes, you might fail of the knowing me; it is a wise father that 60 70 80 knows his own child. Well, old man, I will tell you news of your son. Give me your bless- Gob. Pray you, sir, stand up. I am sure you are not Laun. Pray you, let's have no more fooling about it, but give me your blessing. I am Launcelot, Gob. I cannot think you are my son. Laun. I know not what I shall think of that; but Gob. Her name is Margery, indeed. I'll be sworn, if thou be Launcelot, thou art mine own flesh hair on thy chin than Dobbin my fill-horse has 100 Laun. It should seem, then, that Dobbin's tail grows backward. I am sure he had more hair of his tail than I have of 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 110 till I have run some ground. My master's a 120 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 delivered; put the liveries to making; and desire Gratiano to come anon to my lodging. Laun. To him, father. Gob. God bless your worship! [Exit a Servant. Bass. Gramercy! wouldst thou aught with me? Gob. Here's my son, sir, a poor boy, Laun. Not a poor boy, sir, but the rich Jew's man; 130 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 have a desire,-as my father shall |