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That won three fields of Sultan Solyman,
I would outstare the sternest eyes that look,
Outbrave the heart most daring on the earth,

Pluck the young sucking cubs from the she-bear, 30 Yea, mock the lion when he roars for prey,

To win thee, lady. But, alas the while!
If Hercules and Lichas play at dice
Which is the better man, the greater throw

May turn by fortune from the weaker hand: 35 So is Alcides beaten by his page ;

And so may I, blind fortune leading me,
Miss that which one unworthier may attain,
And die with grieving.

You must take your chance,
And either not attempt to choose at all
40 Or swear before you choose, if


choose wrong Never to speak to lady afterward In way of marriage: therefore be advised.

Mor. Nor will not. Come, bring me unto my chance.

Por. First, forward to the temple: after dinner 45 Your hazard shall be made. Mor.

Good fortune then ! To make me blest or cursed'st among men.

[Cornets, and exeunt.

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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 5 legs, take the start, run away." My conscience says "No;

, . take heed, honest Launcelot; take heed, honest Gobbo,"or, as

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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 10 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 15 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 20 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 incarnal; and, in my con

science, my conscience is but a kind of hard conscience, to 25 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 command; I will run.


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Enter OLD GOBBO, with a basket.

Gob. Master young man, you, I pray you, which is the way to master Jew's ? 30 Laun. [Aside] O heavens, this is my true-begotten father!

who, being more than sand-blind, high-gravel blind, knows me not: I will try confusions with him.

Gob. Master young gentleman, I pray you, which is the way to master Jew's ? 35 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 40 you tell me whether one Launcelot, that dwells with him, dwell with him or no ?

Laun. Talk you of young Master Launcelot ? [Aside] Mark me now ; 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 a' will, we talk of young Master Launcelot. 50 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 55 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 60 my age, my very prop.

Laun. Do I look like a cudgel or a hovel-post, a staff or a prop ? Do



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

65 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 knows his own 70 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 at the length truth will out.


Gob. Pray you, sir, stand up: I am sure you are not 75 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 shall think of that: but I am Launcelot, the Jew's man, and I am sure Margery your wife is


mother. Gob. Her name is Margery, indeed: I'll be sworn, if thou be Launcelot, thou art mine own flesh and blood. Lord wor85 shipped 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.

Laun. It should seem, then, that Dobbin's tail grows backward: I am sure he had more hair of his tail than I 90 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 95 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 to one Master 100 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 105 be ready at the farthest by five of the clock. See these


an old

letters delivered; 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! 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; that would, sir, as my father shall specify —

Gob. He hath a great infection, sir, as one would say, to 115 serve,

Laun. Indeed, the short and the long is, I serve the Jew, and have a desire, as my father shall specify

Gob. His master and he, saving your worship’s reverence, are scarce cater-cousins 120 Laun. To be brief, the very truth is that the Jew, having done me wrong, doth cause me, as my father, being, I hope,

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.
130 Gob. That 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 135 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 he hath enough.

Bass. Thou speak’st it well. Go, father, with thy son. 140 Take leave of thy old master and inquire


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