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THE MERCHANT OF VENICE
A monologue from the
play by William
Shakespeare
LAUNCELOT: 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, Launcelot Gobbo, good Launcelot,' or
'good Gobbo,' or 'good Launcelot Gobbo -- use your legs, take
the start, run away.' My conscience says, 'No. Take heed, honest
Launcelot; take heed, honest Gobbo,' or as aforesaid, 'honest
Launcelot 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 Launcelot, 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, 'Launcelot, 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.
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