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Nor to one place ; nor is my whole estate
Upon the fortune of this present year:
Therefore, my merchandize makes me not fad.
Sol. Why then you are in love.

Ant. Fie, fie!
Sol. Not in love neither? Then let's say, you're

Because you are not merry: and 'twere as easy
For you to laugh, and leap, and say you're 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 others of such vinegar aspect, That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile, Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable. Sala. Here comes Bassanio, your most noble

kinsman, Gratiano, and Lorenzo : Fare you well ; We leave you now with better company. Sol. 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 th' occasion to depart.

Sala. Good morrow, my good lords.
Bass. Good signors both, when shall we laugh?

say, when ? You grow exceeding strange ; Must it be fo? Sol. We'll make our leisures to attend on yours.

(Exeunt Sol, and SALA. Lor. My lord Bassanio, fince you've found

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

Bass. I will not fail you.

Gra. You look not well, fignor 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,

A stage, where every man must play a part,
And mine a fad one.

Gra. 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 grandfire 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.–
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 :-Fare you well, a while;
I'll end my exhortation after dinner.
Lor. Well, we will leave you then till dinner-

I must be one of these same dumb wise men,
For Gratiano never lets me fpeak.
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 dry'd, and a maid not vendible.

(Exeunt GRA. and LOREN. Ant. Is that any thing now?

Bass. Gratiano fpeaks 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 feek 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 fame,
To whom you swore a secret pilgrimage, ,

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,
Than my faint means would grant continuance,
Nor do i now make moan to be abridg'd
From such a noble rate;


chief care Is, to come fairly off from the


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



T'unburthen all my plots, and purposes,
How to get clear of all the debts I owe.

Ant. I pray you, good Baffanio, let me know it;
And, if it stand, as you yourself still do,
Within the eye of honor, be affur’d,
My purse, my person, my extremeft means,
Lie all unlock'd to your occasions.
Bass. In my school-days, when I had lost one

I fot his fellow of the self-fame flight
The self-fame

way, with more advised watch, To find the other forth ; by vent'ring both, I oft found both : I


this childhood proof,
Because what follows is pure innocence.
I owe you much; and, like a wilful youth,
That which I owe is loft : but if

you please To shoot another arrow that felf

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 reft 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.


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