GOBBO Master young gentleman, I pray you, which is the way
to master Jew's?
LAUNCELOT 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.
GOBBO 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?
LAUNCELOT Talk you of young Master Launcelot?
[Aside]
Mark me now; now will I raise the waters. Talk you
of young Master Launcelot?
GOBBO 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.
LAUNCELOT Well, let his father be what a' will, we talk of
young Master Launcelot.
GOBBO Your worship's friend and Launcelot, sir.
LAUNCELOT But I pray you, ergo, old man, ergo, I beseech you,
talk you of young Master Launcelot?
GOBBO Of Launcelot, an't please your mastership.
LAUNCELOT 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.
GOBBO Marry, God forbid! the boy was the very staff of my
age, my very prop.
LAUNCELOT Do I look like a cudgel or a hovel-post, a staff or
a prop? Do you know me, father?
GOBBO 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?
LAUNCELOT Do you not know me, father?
GOBBO Alack, sir, I am sand-blind; I know you not.
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