ACT 2.
SCENE 2. Venice. A street
 (continued)
BASSANIO.
 
Thou speak'st it well. Go, father, with thy son.
 
Take leave of thy old master, and inquire
 
My lodging out. [To a SERVANT] Give him a livery
 
More guarded than his fellows'; see it done. 
 
LAUNCELOT.
 
Father, in. I cannot get a service, no! I have ne'er a
 
tongue in my head! [Looking on his palm] Well; if any man in
 
Italy have a fairer table which doth offer to swear upon a book,
 
I shall have good fortune. Go to; here's a simple line of life:
 
here's a small trifle of wives; alas, fifteen wives is nothing;
 
a'leven widows and nine maids is a simple coming-in for one man.
 
And then to scape drowning thrice, 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 leave of the Jew in the twinkling of an eye. 
 
[Exeunt LAUNCELOT and OLD GOBBO.] 
 
BASSANIO.
 
I pray thee, good Leonardo, think on this:
 
These things being bought and orderly bestow'd,
 
Return in haste, for I do feast to-night
 
My best esteem'd acquaintance; hie thee, go. 
 
LEONARDO.
 
My best endeavours shall be done herein. 
 
[Enter GRATIANO.] 
 
GRATIANO.
 
Where's your master? 
 
LEONARDO.
 
Yonder, sir, he walks.
 
 
[Exit.] 
 
GRATIANO.
 
Signior Bassanio!-- 
 
BASSANIO.
 
Gratiano! 
 
GRATIANO.
 
I have suit to you. 
 
BASSANIO.
 
You have obtain'd it. 
 
GRATIANO.
 
You must not deny me: I must go with you to Belmont. 
 
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