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Sola. Believe me, Sir, had I fuch venture forth,
The better part of my affections would
Be with my hopes abroad. I fhould be still
Plucking the grafs, to know where fits the wind;
Peering in maps for poits, and peers, and roads;
And every object, that might make me fear
Misfortune to my ventures, out of doubt,
Would make me fad.

Sal. My wind, cooling my broth,

Would blow me to an ague, when I thought
What harm a wind too great might do at fea,
I fhould not fee the fandy hour-glafs run,
But I fhould think of fhallows and of flats;
And fee my wealthy Andrew dock'd in fand,
Vailing ber high top lower than her ribs,
To kils her burial. Should I go to church,
And fee the holy edifice of flone,

And no bethink me ftraight of dang'rous rocks?
Which, touching but my gentle veffel's fide,
Would fcatter all the fpices on the stream,"
Enrobe the roaring waters with my filks;
And in a word, but even now worth this,
And now worth nothing. Shall I have the thought
To think on this, and fhall I lack the thought,
That fuch a thing, bechanc'd, would make me fad ?
But tell not me;
I know, Anthonio

Is fad to think upon his merchandize.

Anth. 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 eftate

Upon the fortune of this prefent year:

Therefore, my merchandize makes me not fad.
Sola. Why then you are in love.

Anth. Fie, fie!

Sola. Not in love neither! then let's fay, you're fad, Because you are not merry; and 'twere as eafy For you to laugh and leap, and fay, you're merry, Because you are not fad. Now by two-headed Janus, Nature hath fram'd ftrange fellows in her time: Some that will evermore peep through their eyes,

And

And laugh, like parrots, at a bag-piper;
And others of fuch vinegar-afpect,

That they'll not fhow their teeth in way of fmile,
Though Neftor fwear, the jeft be laughable.

Enter Baffanio, Lorenzo and Gratiano.

Sal. Here comes Bassanio, your most noble kinfman, Gratiano and Lorenzo: fare ye well;

We leave ye now with better company.

Sola. I would have ftaid 'till I had made you merry, If worthier friends had not prevented me.

Anth. Your worth is very dear in my regard:
I take it, your own bufinefs calls on you,
And you embrace th' occafion to depart.
Sal. Good-morrow, my good lords.

Baff. Good Signiors both, when fhall we laugh? fay, when? You grow exceeding ftrange; muft it be fo?

Sal. We'll make our leifures to attend on yours. Sola. My Lord Baffanio, fince you've found Anthonio, We two will leave you; but at dinner-time, I pray you, have in mind where we must meet. Baff. I will not fail you.

[Exeunt Solar, and Sala.

Gra. You look not well,. Signior Anthonio; You have too much refpect upon the world: They lofe it, that do buy it with much care. Believe me, you are marvellously chang'd.

Anth. I hold the world but as the world, Gratians, A ftage, where every man must play his part, And mine's 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, whofe blood is warm within,
Sit like his grandfire cut in Alabafter?

Sleep when he wakes, and creep into the jaundice
By being peevish? I'll tell thee what, Anthonio,
(I love thee, and it is my love that speaks:)
There are a fort of men, whofe vifages

Do

Do cream and mantle like a standing pond;
And do a wilful ftillness entertain,
With purpofe to be dreft in an opinion
Of wildom, gravity, profound conceit;
As who should fay, I am Sir Oracle,
And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
Anthonio. I do know of thofe,

O my

That therefore only are reputed wife,

For faying nothing; who, I'm very fure,

If they fhould fpeak, would almost damn thofe ears, (1)
Which, hearing them, would call their brothers fools.
I'll tell thee more of this another time:

But fifh 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, 1 must be one of thefe fame dumb wife men: For Gratiano never lets me fpeak.

Gra. Well, keep me company but two years more, Thou shalt not know the found of thine own tongue. Anth. Farewel; I'll grow a talker for this gear. Gra. Thanks, i'faith; for filence is only commendable In a neat's tongue dry'd, and a maid not vendible. [Exeunt Gra. and Loren.

Anth. Is that any thing now?

Boff. Gratiano Speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice his reafons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff; you fhall

(1) would almost damn thofe Ears,] Several old Editions have it, dam, damme, and daunt. Some more correct Copies, damu. The Author's Meaning is this; That fome People are thought wife, whilft they keep Silence; who, when they open their Mouths, are Luch ftupid Praters, that their Hearers cannot help calling them Fools, and fo incur the Judgment denounced in the Gospel. The Allufion is to St. Matthew, Chap. v. ver. 22. And whosoever fall fay to kis Brother, Raca, fhall be in danger of the Council: but whofoever fall fay, thou Fool, fall be in danger of Hell-fire.

feek

Teek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the fearch.

Anth. Well; tell me now, what lady is the fame,
To whom you swore a fecret pilgrimage,
That you to-day promis'd to tell me of?

Ba 'Tis not unknown to you, Anthonio,
How much I have disabled mine eftate,
By fhewing fomething a more swelling port,
Than my faint means would grant continuance ;
Nor do I now make moan to be abridg'd
From fuch a noble rate; but my chief care
Is to come fairly off from the great debts,
Wherein my time, fomething too prodigal,
Hath left me gaged to you, Anthonio,
I owe the most in money, and in love;
And from your love I have a warranty
T' unburden all my plots and purposes,
How to get clear of all the debts I owe.

Anth. I pray you, good Bassanio, let me know it;
And if it ftand, as you yourself still do,
Within the eye of honour; be assur'd,
My purfe, my perfon, my extreameft means
Lie all unlock'd to your occafions.

Baff. In my fchool-days, when I had loft one fhaft, I fhot his fellow of the felf-fame flight

The felf-fame way, with more advised watch,
To find the other forth; by ventring both,
I oft found both. I urge this child, hood 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 pleafe
To thoot another arrow that felf way

Which you did fhoot the firft, 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 firft.

Anth. 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 queflion of my uttermoft,

Than

Than if you had made wafte of all I have.
Then do but fay to me what I should do,
That in your knowledge may by me be done,
And I am preft unto it: therefore, speak.
Baff In Belmont is a lady richly left,
And the is fair, and, fairer than that word,
Of wond'rous virtues; fometime, from her eyes (2)
I did receive fair fpeechlefs meffages;

Her name is Portia, nothing undervalu'd

To Cate's daughter, Brutus' Portia :

Nor is the wide world ign'rant of her worth;
For the four winds blow in from every coaft
Renowned fuitors; and her funny locks
Hang on her temples like a golden fleece;
Which makes her feat of Belmont, Colchos" ftrand;
And many Jafons come in queft of her.
O my Anthonio, had I but the means
To hold a rival place with one of them,
I have a mind prefages me fuch thrift,
That I fhould queftionlefs be fortunate.

Anth. Thou know'ft, that all my fortunes are at fea, Nor have I money, nor commodity

To raise a prefent fum; therefore, go forth;
Try what my credit can in Venice do;
That fhall be rack'd even to the uttermoft,
To furnish thee to Belmont, to fair Portia :
Go, prefently enquire, and fo will I,
Where money is; and I no queftion make,
To have it of my trust, or for my fake.

[Exeunt.

(2) fometimes from her Eyes] So all the Editions; but it certainly ought to be, fometime, (which differs much more in Signification, than feems at firft View :) i. e. formerly, fome time ago, at a certain time: and it appears by the fubfequent Scene, that Ba fanio was a Belmont with the Marquis de Montferrat, and faw Portia in her Father's life-time. And our Author, in feveral other Places, ufes the Word in fuch Acceptation.

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