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SCENE I. Venice. A Street.

Ant. In sooth, I know not why I am so sad ;
It wearies me; you say, it wearies you ;
But how I caught it, found it, or came by it,
What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born,
I am to learn ;
And such a want-wit sadness makes of me,
That I have much ado to know myself.

SALAR. Your mind is tossing on the ocean;
There, where your argofies with portly fail,
Like figniors and rich burghers of the flood,
Or as it were the pageants of the sea,-


petty traffickers, That curt'sy to them, do them reverence, As they fly by them with their woven wings.

Salan. Believe me, sir, had I such venture forth, The better part my

affections would Be with my hopes abroad.

abroad. I should be still Plucking the grass, to know where fits the wind; Peering in maps, for ports, and piers, and roads;


And every object, that might make me fear
Misfortune to my ventures, out of doubt,
Would make me fad.

SALAR. My wind, cooling my broth,
Would blow me to an ague, when I thought
What harm a wind too great might do at sea.
I should not see the sandy hour-glass run,
But I should think of shallows and of flats;
And see my wealthy Andrew dock'd in sand,
Vailing her high-top lower than her ribs,
To kiss her burial. Should I go to church,
And see the holy edifice of stone,
And not bethink me straight of dangerous rocks?
Which touching but my gentle vessel's fide,
Would scatter all her spices on the stream ;
Enrobe the roaring waters with my

silks ;
And, in a word, but even now worth this,
And now worth nothing ? Shall I have the thought
To think on this; and shall I lack the thought,
That such a thing, bechanc'd, would make me sad ?
But, tell not me; I know, Antonio
Is fad to think upon his merchandize.

Ant. 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 estate
Upon the fortune of this present year:
Therefore, my merchandize makes me not fad.

SALAN. Why then you are in love,
ANT, Fie, fie!

Salan. Not in love neither? Then let's say, you are
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 ;
And other of such vinegar aspect,
That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile,

, Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable.

Enter BASSÀNIO, LORENZO, and GRATIANO. Salan. Here comes Bassanio, your most noble kinsGratiano, and Lorenzo : Fare you well ;

[man, We leave you now with better company.

Salar. 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 the occasion to depart.
SALAR. Good morrow, my good lords.

[when ?
Bass. Good figniors both, when shall we laugh? Say,
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.

Bass. I will not fail you.

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.

Gra. Let me play the Fool:
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come ;


And let my liver rather heat with wine, ,


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 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 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 fame dumb wise men, For Gratiano never lets me speak.

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.




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
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

faint means would grant continuance :
Nor do I now make moan to be abridg'd
From such a noble rate ; but


Is, to come fairly off from the great debts,
Wherein my time, something too prodigal,
Hath left me gaged: To you, Antonio,
I owe the most, in money, and in love ;
And from your love I have a warranty
To unburthen all my plots, and purposes,
How to get clear of all the debts I owe.

Ant. I pray you, good Bassanio, let me know it ;
And, if it stand, as you yourself still do,
Within the


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-fame flight
The self-fame 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.

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