The Merchant of Venice - Shakespeare Right Now!
The Merchant of Venice - Shakespeare Right Now!
The Merchant of Venice - Shakespeare Right Now!
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“To be brief, the very truth is that the Jew, having done me wrong, doth cause me, as my<br />
father, being, I hope, an old man, shall frutify unto you—”<br />
“I have here a dish <strong>of</strong> doves that I would bestow upon Your Worship, and my suit is—”<br />
“In very brief, the suit is impertinent to myself, as Your Worship shall know by this honest<br />
old man; and, though I say it, though old man, yet poor man, my father!”<br />
Bassanio holds up a hand. “One speak for both! What would you?”<br />
“Serve you, sir!” says Launcelot.<br />
Gobbo nods: “That is the very defect <strong>of</strong> the matter, sir.”<br />
Bassanio chuckles; he smiles at the boy. “I know thee well; thou hast obtained thy suit!<br />
Shylock thy master spoke with me this day, and hath… preferred thee”—he considers a<br />
disparaging by Shylock to be a kind <strong>of</strong> endorsement. But Bassanio’s servants, though well paid,<br />
are not pampered. “If it be a preferment to leave a rich Jew’s service to become the follower <strong>of</strong> so<br />
poor a gentleman.”<br />
Says Launcelot, bowing, “<strong>The</strong> old proverb”—<strong>The</strong> grace <strong>of</strong> God is gear enough—“is very<br />
well divided between my master Shylock and you, sir. You have the grace <strong>of</strong> God, sir; and he<br />
hath enough!”<br />
“Thou speak’st it well,” laughs Bassanio. “Go, father, with thy son.<br />
“Take leave <strong>of</strong> thy old master,” he tells Launcelot, “and enquire my lodging out.” Pulling a<br />
list from his coat pocket, Bassanio tells a servant, “Give him a livery more elaborate than his<br />
fellows’”—implying a higher rank. “See it done.”<br />
But at that, Launcelot pulls his dad aside. “Father, in! I cannot get a service! No!—I have<br />
ne’er a tongue in my head!” Apprehensive, he resorts to the best <strong>of</strong> seers: he studies his own<br />
palm. He likes what he sees. “Well, if any man in Italy have no fairer a table which doth <strong>of</strong>fer to<br />
swear upon a book, I shall have good fortune!<br />
“Go to,” he says, tracing happily with a forefinger. “Here’s a simple line <strong>of</strong> life; here’s a<br />
small trifle <strong>of</strong> wives, alas! Fifteen wives—eleven widows—is nothing; and nine maids is a simple<br />
coming-in for one man.” He traces further. “And then to ’scape drowning thrice, and to be in peril<br />
<strong>of</strong> my life at the edge <strong>of</strong> a feather-bed!—here are simple ’scapes! Well, if Fortune be a woman,<br />
she’s a good wench for this gear!<br />
“Father, come; I’ll take my leave <strong>of</strong> the Jew in the twinkling <strong>of</strong> an eye!” Master Gobbo leads<br />
his father away toward Shylock’s house.<br />
Bassanio hands another paper to a trusted servant. “I pray thee, good Leonardo, think on this!<br />
<strong>The</strong>se things being bought and orderly bestowed, return in haste, for I do feast tonight my bestesteemed<br />
acquaintance! Hie thee, go!”<br />
Leonardo bows. “My best endeavours shall be done herein!” He hurries away, passing<br />
Gratiano on the street.<br />
“Where is your master?” asks that gentleman urgently.<br />
“Yonder, sir, he walks.”<br />
“Signior Bassanio!”<br />
“Gratiano!”<br />
“I have a suit to you,” Gratiano begins.<br />
“You have obtained it!”<br />
But Gratiano has a serious request to make. “You must not deny me! I must go with you to<br />
Belmont!” He had accompanied Bassanio on the previous visit.<br />
Bassanio’s smile is magnanimous. “Why, then you must!<br />
“But hear thee, Gratiano,” he warns, “thou art too wild, too rude and bold <strong>of</strong> voice—parts that<br />
become thee happily enough, and appear not faults in such eyes as ours. But where thou art not<br />
known, why, there they show as somewhat too liberal.”<br />
He rests a hand on the younger man’s shoulder. “Pray thee, take pain to allay with some cold<br />
drops <strong>of</strong> modesty thy skipping spirit, lest through thy wild behavior I be misconstered in the place<br />
I go to, and lose my hopes!”<br />
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