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Because you are not merry: and 'twere as easy
Enter BASSANIO, LORENZO, and GRATIANO.
kinsman, Gratiano, and Lorenzo: Fare you well; We leave you now with better company. Salar. I would have staid till I had made you
Ant. Your worth is very dear in my regard.
Salar. Good morrow, my good lords.
[Exeunt SALARINO and SALANIO. Lor. My lord Bassanio, since you have found
Bass. I will not fail you.
Gra. You look not well, signior Antonio ; You have too much respect upon
: 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,
Let me play the Fool: With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come; And let
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 3 entertain, With purpose to be dress’d 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, I am 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 thiş fool's gudgeon, this opinion.
3 Obstinate silence,
Come, good Lorenzo :-Fare ye well, a while ;
Gra. 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. Thanks, i'faith; for silence is only com
mendable In a neat's tongue dried, and a maid not vendible.
[Exeunt GRATIANO and LORENZO. Ant. Is that any thing now?
Bass. 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 them, they are not worth the search.
Ant. Well; tell me now, what lady is this same
Bass. 'Tis not unknown to you, Antonio,
And from your love I have a warranty
Ant. I pray you, good Bassanio, let me know it;
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 by 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 you please To shoot another arrow that self
did shoot the first, I do not doubt,
Bass. In Belmont is a lady richly left,
And she is fair, and, fairer than that word,
locks Hang on her temples like a golden fleece; Which makes her seat of Belmont, Colchos' strand, And many Jasons come in quest of her. O my Antonio, had I but the means To hold a rival place with one of them, I have a mind presages me such thrift, That I should questionless be fortunate. Ant. Thou know'st, that all my fortunes are at
sea; Nor have I money, nor commodity To raise a present sum: therefore go forth,
credit can in Venice do ; That shall be rack'd, even to the uttermost, To furnish thee to Belmont, to fair Portia. Go, presently inquire, and so will I, Where money is; and I no question make, To have it of my trust, or for