1 Enter Launcelet Gobbo, the clown, alone.
2 Your worship's friend, and Launcelet, sir.
3 Of Launcelet, an't please your mastership.
4 I'll tell my husband, Launcelet, what you say.
5 Enter Shylock the Jew and Launcelet his man that was the clown.
6 Pray you, sir, stand up, I am sure you are not Launcelet my boy.
7 I'll be sworn if thou be Launcelet, thou art mine own flesh and blood.
8 Well, let his father be what he will, we talk of young Master Launcelet.
9 I am Launcelet, your boy that was, your son that is, your child that shall be.
10 I know not what I shall think of that; but I am Launcelet, the Jew's man, and I am sure Margery your wife is my mother.
11 But fare thee well, there is a ducat for thee, And, Launcelet, soon at supper shalt thou see Lorenzo, who is thy new master's guest.
12 Talk not of Master Launcelet, father, for the young gentleman, according to Fates and Destinies, and such odd sayings, the Sisters Three and such branches of learning, is indeed deceased, or, as you would say in plain terms, gone to heaven.