Speeches (Lines) for Old Gobbo
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(stage directions). [Enter Old GOBBO, with a basket] Old Gobbo. Master young man, you, I pray you, which is the way
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Launcelot Gobbo. [Aside] O heavens, this is my true-begotten father!
Old Gobbo. Master young gentleman, I pray you, which is the way
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Launcelot Gobbo. Turn up on your right hand at the next turning, but,
Old Gobbo. By God's sonties, 'twill be a hard way to hit. Can
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Launcelot Gobbo. Talk you of young Master Launcelot?
Old Gobbo. No master, sir, but a poor man's son: his father,
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Launcelot Gobbo. Well, let his father be what a' will, we talk of
Old Gobbo. Your worship's friend and Launcelot, sir. |
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Launcelot Gobbo. But I pray you, ergo, old man, ergo, I beseech you,
Old Gobbo. Of Launcelot, an't please your mastership. |
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Launcelot Gobbo. Ergo, Master Launcelot. Talk not of Master
Old Gobbo. Marry, God forbid! the boy was the very staff of my
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Launcelot Gobbo. Do I look like a cudgel or a hovel-post, a staff or
Old Gobbo. Alack the day, I know you not, young gentleman:
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Launcelot Gobbo. Do you not know me, father? Old Gobbo. Alack, sir, I am sand-blind; I know you not. |
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Launcelot Gobbo. Nay, indeed, if you had your eyes, you might fail of
Old Gobbo. Pray you, sir, stand up: I am sure you are not
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Launcelot Gobbo. Pray you, let's have no more fooling about it, but
Old Gobbo. I cannot think you are my son. |
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Launcelot Gobbo. I know not what I shall think of that: but I am
Old Gobbo. Her name is Margery, indeed: I'll be sworn, if thou
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Launcelot Gobbo. It should seem, then, that Dobbin's tail grows
Old Gobbo. Lord, how art thou changed! How dost thou and thy
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Launcelot Gobbo. To him, father. Old Gobbo. God bless your worship! |
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Bassanio. Gramercy! wouldst thou aught with me? Old Gobbo. Here's my son, sir, a poor boy,— |
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Launcelot Gobbo. Not a poor boy, sir, but the rich Jew's man; that
Old Gobbo. He hath a great infection, sir, as one would say, to serve— |
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Launcelot Gobbo. Indeed, the short and the long is, I serve the Jew,
Old Gobbo. His master and he, saving your worship's reverence,
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Launcelot Gobbo. To be brief, the very truth is that the Jew, having
Old Gobbo. I have here a dish of doves that I would bestow upon
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Launcelot Gobbo. Serve you, sir. Old Gobbo. That is the very defect of the matter, sir. |
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