The Merchant of Venice (The Jew of Venice) · chunk 10 of 39
Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1596 [1596-1598] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.
It should seem then that Dobbins tail grows backward. I am sure he had more hair of his tail than I have of my face when I lost saw him. Lord how art thou changed: how dost thou and thy Master agree, I have brought him a present; how 'gree you now? 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 Iewe, give him a present, give him a halter, I am famished in his service. You may tell every finger I have with my ribs: Father I am glad you are come, give me your present to one Master Bassanio, who in deed gives rare new Lyvories, 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 Iewe if I serve the Iewe any longer. 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 Lyveries to making, and desire Gratiano to come anon to my lodging. To him Father. God bless your worship. Gramercy, wouldst thou aught with me. here's my son sir, a poor boy. Not a poor boy sir, but the rich Iewes man that would sir as my Father shall specify. He hath a great infection sir, as one would say to serve. Indeed the short and the long is, I serve the Iewe, & have a desire as my Father shall specify. His Master and he (saving your worship's reverence) are scarce catercosins, To be brief, the very truth is, that the Iewe having done me wrong, doth cause me as my Father being I hope an old man shall frutifie unto you. I have here a dish of Doves that I would bestow upon your worship, and my suit is. In very brief, the suit is impertinent to myself, as your worship shall know by this honest old man, and though I say it, though old man, yet poor man my Father. One speak for both, what would you? Serve you sir. That is the very defect of the matter sir. I know thee well, thou hast obtained thy suit, Shylocke thy Master spoke with me this day, And hath preferred thee, if it be preferment To leave a rich Iewes service, to become The follower of so poor a Gentleman. The old proverb is very well parted between my Master Shylocke and you sir, you have the grace of God sir, and he hath enough. Thou speak'st it well; go Father with thy Son Take leave of thy old Master, and inquire My lodging out, give him a Lyverie More guarded than his fellows: see it done.
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It ſhould ſeeme then that Dobbins taile growes backward. I am ſure hee had more haire of his taile then I haue of my face when I loſt ſaw him. Lord how art thou changd: how dooſt thou and thy Maſter agree, I haue brought him a preſent; how gree you now? Well, well, but for mine owne part, as I haue ſet vp my reſt to runne away, ſo I will not reſt till I haue runne ſome ground; my Maiſter's a very Iewe, giue him a preſent, giue him a halter, I am famiſht in his ſeruice. You may tell euery finger I haue with my ribs: Father I am glad you are come, giue me your preſent to one Maiſter Baſſanio, who in deede giues rare newe Lyuories, if I ſerue not him, I will runne as farre as God has any ground. O rare fortune, heere comes the man, to him Father, for I am a Iewe if I ſerue the Iewe any longer. You may doe ſo, but let it be ſo haſted that ſupper be ready at the fartheſt by fiue of the clocke: ſee theſe Letters deliuered, put the Lyueries to making, and deſire Gratiano to come anone to my lodging. To him Father. God bleſſe your worſhip. Gramercie, wouldſt thou ought with me. Heere's my ſonne ſir, a poore boy. Not a poore boy ſir, but the rich Iewes man that would ſir as my Father ſhall ſpecifie. He hath a great infection ſir, as one would ſay to ſerue. Indeede the ſhort and the long is, I ſerue the Iewe, & haue a deſire as my Father ſhall ſpecifie. His Maiſter and he (ſauing your worſhips reuerence) are ſcarce catercoſins, To be briefe, the very truth is, that the Iewe hauing done me wrong, dooth cauſe me as my Father being I hope an old man ſhall frutifie vnto you. I haue heere a diſh of Doues that I would beſtow vppon your worſhip, and my ſute is. In very briefe, the ſute is impertinent to myſelfe, as your worſhip ſhall knowe by this honeſt old man, and though I ſay it, though old man, yet poore man my Father. One ſpeake for both, what would you? Serue you ſir. That is the very defect of the matter ſir. I know thee well, thou haſt obtaind thy ſute, Shylocke thy Maiſter ſpoke with me this day, And hath preferd thee, if it be preferment To leaue a rich Iewes ſeruice, to become The follower of ſo poore a Gentleman. The old prouerb is very well parted betweene my Maiſter Shylocke and you ſir, you haue the grace of God ſir, and hee hath enough. Thou ſpeakſt it well; goe Father with thy Sonne Take leaue of thy old Maiſter, and enquire My lodging out, giue him a Lyuerie More garded then his fellowes: ſee it done.