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
By 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?