135 The follower of so poor a gentleman.
Laun. The old proverb is very well parted between my master Shylock and you, sir: you have the grace of God, sir, and he hath enough.
[139] Bass. Thou speak’st it well. Go, father, with thy son.
140 Take leave of thy old master and inquire
My lodging out. Give him a livery
More guarded than his fellows’: see it done.
[143] Laun. Father, in. I cannot get a service, no; I have [144] ne’er a tongue in my head. Well, if any man in Italy have [145] a fairer table which doth offer to swear upon a book, I [146] shall have good fortune. Go to, here’s a simple line of life: here’s a small trifle of wives: alas, fifteen wives is [148] nothing! a’leven widows and nine maids is a simple coming-in [149] for one man: and then to ’scape drowning thrice, 150 and to be in peril of my life with the edge of a feather-bed; here are simple scapes. Well, if Fortune be a woman, she’s a good wench for this gear. Father, come; I’ll take my [153] leave of the Jew in the twinkling of an eye. [Exeunt Launcelot and Old Gobbo.
Bass. I pray thee, good Leonardo, think on this:
155 These things being bought and orderly bestow’d,
Return in haste, for I do feast to-night