Merchant of Venice - Act 2 Scene 2 - "Certainly my conscience" (Subtitles in modern English)

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LANCELET Certainly my conscience will serve me to run from this Jew my master. The fiend is at mine elbow and tempts me, saying to me “Gobbo, Lancelet Gobbo, good Lancelet,” or “good Gobbo,” or “good Lancelet Gobbo, use your legs, take the start, run away.” My conscience says “No. Take heed, honest Lancelet, take heed, honest Gobbo,” or, as aforesaid, “honest Lancelet Gobbo, do not run; scorn running with thy heels.” Well, the most courageous fiend bids me pack. “Fia!” says the fiend. “Away!” says the fiend. “For the heavens, rouse up a brave mind,” says the fiend, “and run!” Well, my conscience, hanging about the neck of my heart, says very wisely to me “My honest friend Lancelet, being an honest man’s son”-or rather, an honest woman’s son, for indeed my father did something smack, something grow to-he had a kind of taste-well, my conscience says “Lancelet, budge not.” “Budge,” says the fiend. “Budge not,” says my conscience. “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 incarnation, 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.

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How to pronounce launcelot

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GOBBO Alack the day, I know you not, young gentleman. But I pray you tell me, is my boy, God rest his soul, alive or dead? LANCELET Do you not know me, father? GOBBO Alack, sir, I am sandblind. I know you not. LANCELET Nay, indeed, if you had your eyes, you might fail of the knowing me. It is a wise father that knows his own child. Well, old man, I will tell you news of your son. ⌜He kneels.⌝ Give me your blessing. Truth will come to light, murder cannot be hid long-a man’s son may, but in the end, truth will out. GOBBO Pray you, sir, stand up! I am sure you are not Lancelet my boy. LANCELET Pray you, let’s have no more fooling about it, but give me your blessing. I am Lancelet, your boy that was, your son that is, your child that shall be. GOBBO I cannot think you are my son. LANCELET I know not what I shall think of that; but I am Lancelet, the Jew’s man, and I am sure Margery your wife is my mother. GOBBO Her name is Margery, indeed. I’ll be sworn if thou be Lancelet, thou art mine own flesh and blood. Lord worshiped might He be, what a beard hast thou got! Thou hast got more hair on thy chin than Dobbin my fill-horse has on his tail. LANCELET, ⌜standing up⌝ It should seem, then, that Dobbin’s tail grows backward. I am sure he had more hair of his tail than I have of my face when I ⌜last⌝ saw him. GOBBO Lord, how art thou changed! How dost thou and thy master agree? I have brought him a present. How ’gree you now? LANCELET Well, well. But for mine own part, as I have set up my rest to run away, so I will not rest till I