Act 2 - Scene 2
Venice. A street.
Certainly my conscience will serve me to run from
this Jew my master. The fiend is at mine elbow and
me saying to me 'Gobbo, Launcelot Gobbo, good
Launcelot,' or 'good Gobbo,' or good Launcelot
use your legs, take the start, run away. My
conscience says 'No; take heed,' honest Launcelot;
honest Gobbo, or, as aforesaid, 'honest
Launcelot Gobbo; do not run; scorn running with thy
the most courageous fiend bids me
pack: 'Via!' says the fiend; 'away!' says the
fiend; 'for the heavens, rouse
up a brave mind,'
says the fiend, 'and run.' Well, my conscience,
hanging about the neck of my heart, says
to me 'My honest friend Launcelot, being an honest
man's son,' or rather an honest woman's
indeed, my father did something smack, something
grow to, he had a kind of taste; well, my conscience
'Launcelot, budge not.' 'Budge,' says the
fiend. 'Budge not,' says my conscience.
'Conscience,' say I, 'you
counsel well;' ' Fiend,'
say I, 'you counsel well:' to be ruled by my
conscience, I should stay with the Jew
who, God bless the mark, is a kind of devil; and, to
run away from the Jew, I should be ruled
fiend, who, saving your reverence, is the devil
himself. Certainly the Jew is the very devil
in my conscience, my conscience is
but a kind of hard conscience, to offer to counsel
me to stay with the
Jew. The fiend gives the more
friendly counsel: I will run, fiend; my heels are
at your command; I will run.
Enter Old GOBBO, with a basket
Master young man, you, I pray you, which is the way
to master Jew's?
[Aside] O heavens, this is my true-begotten father!
who, being more than sand-blind, high-gravel blind,
me not: I will try confusions with him.
Master young gentleman, I pray you, which is the way
to master Jew's?
Turn up on your right hand at the next turning, but,
at the next turning of all, on your left; marry, at
very next turning, turn of no hand, but turn
down indirectly to the Jew's house.
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?
Talk you of young Master Launcelot?
Mark me now; now will I raise the waters. Talk you
of young Master Launcelot?