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Because you are not merry: and 'twere as easy
That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile,
Enter BASSANIO, LORENZO, and GRATIANO. Salan. Here comes Bassanio, your most noble kinsman,
Gratiano, and Lorenzo: Fare you well;
We leave you now with better company.
If worthier friends had not prevented me.
Bass. Good signiors both, when shall we laugh?
You grow exceeding strange: Must it be so?
Salar. We'll make our leisures to attend on yours. [Exeunt SALARINO and SALANIO. Lor. My lord Bassanio, since you have found Antonio,
We two will leave you: but, at dinner time,
I pray you, have in mind where we must meet.
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.
Sleep when he wakes? and creep into the jaundice
For saying nothing; who, I am very sure,
If they should speak, would almost damn those ears,
3 Obstinate silence.
Come, good Lorenzo:-Fare ye well, a while;
Lor. Well, we will leave you then till dinner time :
I must be one of these same dumb wise men,
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 commendable
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
To unburthen all my plots, and purposes,
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,
I owe you much; and, like a wilful youth,
Which you did shoot the first, I do not doubt,
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,
In making question of my uttermost,
Than if you had made waste of all I have:
And she is fair, and, fairer than that word,
Of wond'rous virtues; sometimes 5 from her eyes
Her name is Portia ; nothing undervalued
Nor is the wide world ignorant of her worth;
O my Antonio, had I but the means
Ant. Thou know'st, that all my fortunes are at
Nor have I money, nor commodity
To raise a present sum: therefore go forth,