I, 'you counsel well:' to be ruled by my con- 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-begotten father who, being more than sand-blind, highgravel blind, knows me not: I will try confusions with him. Gob. Master young gentleman, I pray you, which is 40 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. 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 I raise the waters. Talk you of young Master Launcelot ? Gob. No master, sir, but a poor man's son: his father, 50 though I say it, is an honest exceeding poor man, Laun. Well, let his father be what a' will, we talk Gob. Your worship's friend, and Launcelot, sir. Gob. Marry, God forbid! the boy was the very Laun. Do I look like a cudgel or a hovel-post, a 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 knows his own child. Well, old man, I will tell you news of your son: give me your blessing 60 70 truth will come to light; murder cannot 80 be hid long; a man's son may; but, at the length, truth will out. Gob. Pray you, sir, stand up: I am sure you are not OF VENICE 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 I am Launcelot, the Jew's man; and I am sure 90 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. Lord worshipped might he be! what a beard hast thou got! thou hast got more hair on thy chin than Dobbin my fill-horse has on his tail. 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 till I have run some ground. My master's a very Jew 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 110 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 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. 120 Bass. Gramercy! wouldst thou aught with me? 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 130 Jew, and 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 unto you, Gob. I have here a dish of doves that I would be- Bass. One speak for both. What would you? 140 Laun. Serve you, sir. Gob. That is the very defect of the matter, sir. Bass. I know thee well; thou hast obtain'd thy suit: Laun. The old proverb is very well parted between 150 Bass. Thou speak'st it well. Go, father, with thy son. Take leave of thy old master and inquire More guarded than his fellows': see it done. Laun. Father, in. I cannot get a service, no; I have 160 ne'er a tongue in my head. Well, if any man. in Italy have a fairer table which doth offer to swear upon a book, I shall have good fortune. Go to, here's a simple line of life: here's a small trifle of wives: alas, nothing! a'leven widows and simple coming-in for one man drowning thrice, and to be in fifteen wives is with the edge of a feather-bed; here are simple scapes. Well, if Fortune be a woman, she's a 170 good wench for this gear. Father, come; I'll take my leave of the Jew in the twinkling of an [Exeunt Launcelot and Old Gobbo. Bass. I pray thee, good Leonardo, think on this: eye. These things being bought and orderly bestow'd, |