ACT 2
Scene 2

...I will run.
Enter old Gobbo with a basket.
Master young man, you, I pray you, which is
the way to Master Jew’s?

...confusions with him.
Master young gentleman, I pray you, which is
the way to Master Jew’s?

...the Jew’s house.
Be God’s sonties, ’twill be a hard way to hit.
Can you tell me whether one Lancelet, that dwells
with him, dwell with him or no?

...young Master Lancelet?
No master, sir, but a poor man’s son. His
father, though I say ’t, is an honest exceeding poor
man and, God be thanked, well to live.

...young Master Lancelet.
Your Worship’s friend, and Lancelet, sir.

...young Master Lancelet?
Of Lancelet, an ’t please your mastership.

...gone to heaven.
Marry, God forbid! The boy was the very staff
of my age, my very prop.

...know me, father?
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?

...know me, father?
Alack, sir, I am sandblind. I know you not.

...truth will out.
Pray you, sir, stand up! I am sure you are not
Lancelet my boy.

...that shall be.
I cannot think you are my son.

...is my mother.
Her name is Margery, indeed. I’ll be sworn if
thou be Lancelet, thou art mine own flesh and
blood. Lord worshiped 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.

...last saw him.
Lord, how art thou changed! How dost thou
and thy master agree? I have brought him a present.
How ’gree you now?

...To him, father.
to Bassanio
God bless your Worship.

...aught with me?
Here’s my son, sir, a poor boy—

...father shall specify—
He hath a great infection, sir, as one would say,
to serve—

...father shall specify—
His master and he (saving your Worship’s
reverence) are scarce cater-cousins—

...frutify unto you—
I have here a dish of doves that I would bestow
upon your Worship, and my suit is—

...Serve you, sir.
That is the very defect of the matter, sir.

...in the twinkling.
Lancelet and old Gobbo exit.