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Jessica. Here, catch this casket; it is worth the pains.

Lorenzo. But come at once ;
For the close night doth play the run-away,
And we are staid for at Bassanio's feast.

Act II. Se. V.

THE

Merchant of Venice.

ACT I.

SCENE 1.-A Street in Venice.

Enter ANTONIO, SALARINO, and SOLANIO, R.
Ant. (c.) In sooth I know not why I am so sad :
It wearies me; you say it wearies you;
But how I caught it, found it, or came by it,
What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born,
I am to learn;
And such a want-wit sadness makes of me,
That I have much ado to know myself.

Sol. (R.C.) Your mind is tossing on the ocean ;
There, where your argoșies with portly sail,
Like signiors and rich burghers of the flood,
Do over-peer the petty traffickers,
That curt'sy to them, do them reverence,
As they fly by them with their woven wings.
Sala. (L. c.) Believe me, sir, had I such venture

forth,
The better part of my affections would
Be with my hopes abroad. I should be still
Plucking the grass to know where sits the wind ;
Peering in maps, for ports, and piers, and roads ;
And every object that might make me fear
Misfortune to my ventures, out of doubt,
Would make me sad.

Sol. My wind, cooling my broth,
Would blow me to an ague, when I thought
What harm a wind too great might do at sea.
I should not see the sandy hour-glass run,
But I should think of shallows, and of flats;
And see my wealthy Andrew dock'd in sand,
Vailing her high top lower than her ribs,

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To kiss her burial.
Shall I have the thought
To think on this: and shall I lack the thought,
That such a thing, bechanc'd, would make me sad ?
But, tell not me; I know, Antonio
Is sad to think upon his merchandize.

Ant. Believe me, no: I thank my fortune for it,
My ventures are not in one bottom trusted,
Nor to one place; nor is my whole estate
Upon the fortune of this present year :
Therefore my merchandize makes me not sad.

Sala. Why then you are in love.
Ant. Fie, fie!
Sala. Not in love neither ? Then let's say you are

sad,
Because you are not merry: and 'twere as easy
For you, to laugh, and leap, and say, you are merry,
Because you are not sad. Now, by two-headed Janus,
Nature hath fram'd strange fellows in her time:
Some that will evermore peep through their eyes,
And laugh like parrots at a bag-piper ;
And other of such vinegar aspect,
That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile,
Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable.
Sol. (R.) Here comes Bassanio, your most noble

kinsman, Gratiano and Lorenzo : fare you well ; We leave you now with better company, Sala. (n.) I would have staid till I had made you

merry,
If worthier friends had not prevented me.

Ant. Your worth is very dear in my regard.
I take it your own business calls on you,
And you embrace the occasion to depart.

Enter BASSANIO, GRATIANO, and LORENZO, L.
Sala. Good morrow, my good lords.
Bass. (c.) Good signiors both, when shall we laugh?

[Crosses to SAL. You grow exceeding strange: must it be so? Sol. We'll make our leisures to attend on yours.

[Exit Sol. and Sal. R. Lor. My lord Bassanio, since you have found An.

tonio, We two will leave you ; but, at dinner-time, I pray you have in mind where we must meet.

say, when ?

Bass. I will not fail you.

(Lor. and Bass. confer in back ground. Gra. You look not well, signior Antonio : You have too much respect upon the world : They lose it, that do buy it with much care. Believe me, you are marvellously chang'd.

Ant. I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano ; A stage, where every man must play a part, And mine a sad one.

Gra. (1. c.) Let me play the fool : With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come ; And let my liver rather heat with wine, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster ? Sleep when he wakes? and creep into the jaundice By being peevish? I tell thee what, Antonio, I love thee, and it is my love that speaks ; There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond; And do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be drest in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit; As who should say, "I am Sir Oracle, And, when I ope my lips, let no dog bark !” O, my Antonio, I do know of these, That therefore only are reputed wise For saying nothing : who, lam very sure, If they should speak, would almost damn those ears, Which, hearing them, would call their brothers fools. I'll tell thee more of this another time; But fish not with this melancholy bait, For this fool's gudgeon, this opinion.Come, good Lorenzo : [They advance] fare ye well,

awhile I'll end my exhortation after dinner. Lor. (L. c.) Well, we will leave you then till dinner

time : I must be one of these same dumb wise men, For Gratiano never lets me speak.

Gra. (L.) Well, keep me company but two years more, Thou shalt not know the sound of thine own tongue.

Ant. Farewell ; I'll grow a talker for this gear.
Gra. (L.) Thanks, i'faith ; for silence is only com-
mendable

In a neat's tongue dried, and a maid not, vendible,

[Exeunt Gra, and LOR. L Ant. (R. C.) Is that any thing now?

Bass. (R.) Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice: his reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff ; you shall seek all day ere you find them; and when you have found them, they are not worth the search.

Ant. Well: tell me now, what lady is this same,
To whom you swore a secret pilgrimage,
That you to-day promis'd to tell me of?

Bass. "Tis not unknown to you, Antonio,
How much I have disabled mine estate,
By something showing a more swelling port

T'han my faint means would grant continunace :
Nor do I now make moan to be abridg'd
From such a noble rate ; but my chief care
Is, to come fairly off from the great debts,
Wherein my time, something too prodigal,
Hath left me gag'd. To you, Antonio,
I owe the most, in money and in love ;
And from your love I have a warranty
To unburthen all my plots and purposes,
How to get clear of all the debts I owe.

Ant. I pray you, good Bassanio, let me know it:
And, if it stand, as you yourself still do,
Within the eye of honour, be assur'd,
My purse, my person, my extremest means,
Lie all unlock'd to your occasions.

Bass. In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft
I shot his fellow of the self-same flight
The self-same way, with more advised watch,
To find the other forth; and hy advent'ring both,
I oft found both : I urge this childhood proof,
Because what follows is pure innocence.
I owe you much; and, like a wilful youth,
That which I owe is lost: but if please
To shoot another arrow that self way
Which you did shoot the first, I do not doubt,
As I will watch the aim, or to find both,
Or bring your latter hazard back again,
And thankfully rest debtor for the first.

Ant. You know me well; and herein spend but time,
To wind about my love with circumstance;
And, out of doubt, you do me now more wrong,

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