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And every object, that might make me fear :
My wind, cooling my broth,
Ant. Believe me, no: I thank my fortune for it,
Salan. Why then you are in love.
Fye, fye! Salan. 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 ;
Enter BASSANIO, LORENZO, and GRATIANO. Salan. Here comes Bassanio, your most noble
kinsman, Gratiano, and Lorenzo : Fare
you 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.
embrace the occasion to depart. Salar. Good morrow, my good lords. Bass. Good signiors both, when shall we laugh?
Say, when? 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
Ant. I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano;
Let me play the Fool:
Why should a man, whose blood is warm within,
to be dress’d in an opinion
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: – Fare ye well, a while ; I'll end my exhortation after dinner. Lor. 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. Weil, 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.
[Exeunt GRATIANO and LORENZO. 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.
3 Obstinate silence.
Ant. Well; tell me now, what lady is this same
Bass. 'Tis not unknown to you, Antonio,
faint means would grant continuance :
Ant. I pray you, good Bassanio, let me know it;
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
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,
In making question of my uttermost,
you had made waste of all I have:
Bass. In Belmont is a lady richly left, And she is fair, and, fairer than that word, Of wond'rous virtues ; sometimes ' from her eyes I did receive fair speechless messages: Her name is Portia ; nothing undervalued To Cato's daughter, Brutus' Portia. Nor is the wide world ignorant of her worth ; For the four winds blow in from every coast Renowned suitors : and her
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, Try what my 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 my sake. [Exeunt.