' Conscience,' say I,( you counsel well.' ' Fiend,' say I, ' you counsel well.' To be ruled by my conscience, I should stay with the Jew my master, who, God bless the mark! is a kind of devil; and, to run away from the Jew, I should be ruled by the fiend, who, saving your reverence! is the devil himself. Certainly the Jew is the very devil incarnal; and, 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 commandment; I will run.
[ Enter OLD GOBBO, with a basket ]
GOBBO. Master young man, you, I pray you; which is the way to Master Jew ' s?
LAUNCELOT. [ Aside ] O heavens! This is my true-begotten father, who, being more than sand-blind, high-gravel blind, knows me not: I will try confusions with him.
GOBBO. Master young gentleman, I pray you, which is the way to Master Jew ' s?
LAUNCELOT. Turn up on 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.
GOBBO. Be 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?
LAUNCELOT. Talk you of young Master Launcelot? [ Aside ] Mark me now; now will I raise the waters. Talk you of young Master Launcelot?
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