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GOBBO

Her name is Margery indeed. I’ll be sworn, if [90] 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.

LAUNCELOT

It should seem then that Dobbin’s tail [95] grows backward. I am sure he had
more hair on his tail than I have on my face when I last saw him.

GOBBO
Lord, how art thou changed! How dost thou and thy master agree? I have
brought him a present. How ’gree you now? [100]

LAUNCELOT
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 [105] with my ribs. Father, I am glad you are come. Give me
your present 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 [110] serve the Jew any
longer.

Enter Bassanio, with Leonardo and a follower or two.

BASSANIO
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 [115] lodging.
Exit one of his men.

LAUNCELOT
To him, father!

GOBBO
God bless your worship!