The Merchant of Venice (The Jew of Venice) · chunk 9 of 39
Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1596 [1596-1598] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Master youngman, you I pray you, which is the way to Master Iewes? 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. Master young Gentleman, I pray you which is the way to Master Iewes. 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 Iewes house. Be God's santies 'twill be a hard way to hit, can you tell me whether one Launcelet that dwells with him, dwell with him or no. Talk you of young Master Launcelet, mark me now, now will I raise the waters; talk you of young Master Launcelet. 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. Well, let his Father be what a will, we talk of young Master Launcelet. Your worship's friend and Launcelet sir. But I pray you ergo old man, ergo I beseech you, talk you of young Master Launcelet. Of Launcelet ant please your mastership. Ergo Master Launcelet, talk not of master Launcelet Father, for the young Gentleman according to fates and destinies, and such odd sayings, the sister's three, and such branches of learning, is indeed deceased, or as you would say in plain terms, gone to heaven. Marry God forbid, the boy was the very staff of my age, my very prop. Do I look like a cudgel or a hovel post, a staff, or a prop: do you 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. Do you not know me Father. Alack sir I am sand blind, I know you not. Nay, in deed if you had your eyes you might fail of the knowing me: it is a wise Father that knows his own 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 in the end truth will out. Pray you sir stand up, I am sure you are not Launcelet my boy. Pray you let's have no more fooling, about it, but give me your blessing: I am Launcelet your boy that was, your son that is, your child that shall be. I cannot think you are my son. I know not what I shall think of that: but I am Launcelet the Iewes man, and I am sure Margery your wife is my mother. Her name is Margery in deed, i'll be sworn if thou be Launcelet, 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 philhorse hase on his tail.
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Maiſter young-man, you I pray you, which is the way to Maiſter Iewes? O heauens, this is my true begotten Father, who being more then ſand blinde, high grauell blinde, knowes me not, I will try confuſions with him. Maiſter young Gentleman, I pray you which is the way to Maiſter Iewes. Turne vp on your right hand at the next turning, but at the next turning of all on your left; marry at the very next turning turne of no hand, but turne downe indirectly to the Iewes houſe. Be Gods ſonties twill be a hard way to hit, can you tell mee whether one Launcelet that dwels with him, dwell with him or no. Talke you of young Maiſter Launcelet, marke mee nowe, nowe will I raiſe the waters; talke you of young Maiſter Launcelet. No Maiſter ſir, but a poore mans Sonne, his Father though I ſay't is an honeſt exceeding poore man, and God bee thanked well to liue. Well, let his Father be what a will, wee talke of young Maiſter Launcelet. Your worſhips friend and Launcelet ſir. But I pray you ergo olde man, ergo I beſeech you, talke you of young Maiſter Launcelet. Of Launcelet ant pleaſe your maiſterſhip. Ergo Maiſter Launcelet, talke not of maiſter Launcelet Father, for the young Gentleman according to fates and deſtenies, and ſuch odd ſayings, the ſiſters three, and ſuch braunches of learning, is indeede deceaſed, or as you would ſay in plaine termes, gone to heauen. Marry God forbid, the boy was the very ſtaffe of my age, my very prop. Doe I looke like a cudgell or a houell poſt, a ſtaffe, or a prop: doe you know me Father. Alacke the day, I knowe you not young Gentleman, but I pray you tell mee, is my boy GOD reſt his ſoule aliue or dead. Doe you not know me Father. Alack ſir I am ſand blind, I know you not. Nay, in deede if you had your eyes you might fayle of the knowing mee: it is a wiſe Father that knowes his ovvne childe. Well, olde man, I will tell you newes of your ſonne, giue mee your bleſſing, trueth will come to light, muder cannot bee hidde long, a mannes Sonne may, but in the ende trueth vvill out. Pray you ſir ſtand vp, I am ſure you are not Launcelet my boy. Pray you let's haue no more fooling, about it, but giue mee your bleſſing: I am Launcelet your boy that was, your ſonne that is, your child that ſhall be. I cannot thinke you are my ſonne. I know not what I ſhall think of that: but I am Launcelet the Iewes man, and I am ſure Margerie your wife is my mother. Her name is Margerie in deede, ile be ſworne if thou bee Launcelet, thou art mine owne fleſh and blood: Lord worſhipt might he be, what a beard haſt thou got; thou haſt got more haire on thy chinne, then Dobbin my philhorſe haſe on his taile.