Enter OLD GOBBO, with a basket.
Gob. Master, young man, you, I pray you; which is the way to master Jew's?
Lau. (aside.) O heavens, this is my true-begotten father! who, being more than sand-blind, high-gravel blind,[[45]] knows me not: I will try conclusions[[46]] with him.
Gob. Master young gentleman, I pray you which is the way to master Jew's?
Lau. Turn upon 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 Jew's house.[[47]]
Gob. 'Twill be a hard way to hit. Can you tell me whether one Launcelot that dwells with him, dwell with him, or no?
Lau, Talk you of young master Launcelot?—mark me, now—(aside.)—now will I raise the waters.[[48]] Talk you of young master Launcelot?
Gob. No master, sir: but a poor man's son: his father, though I say it, is an honest exceeding poor man, and, Heaven be thanked, well to live.
Lau, Well, let his father be what he will, we talk of young master Launcelot.
Gob. Of Launcelot, an't please your mastership.[[49]]