The Merchant of Venice | Page 4

William Shakespeare
occasion to depart.
SALARINO.?Good morrow, my good lords.
BASSANIO.?Good signiors both, when shall we laugh? Say when.?You grow exceeding strange; must it be so?
SALARINO.?We'll make our leisures to attend on yours.
[Exeunt SALARINO and SALANIO.]
LORENZO.?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.
BASSANIO.?I will not fail you.
GRATIANO.?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.
ANTONIO.?I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano;?A stage, where every man must play a part,?And mine a sad one.
GRATIANO.?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 grandsire cut in alabaster,?Sleep when he wakes, and creep into the jaundice?By being peevish? I tell thee what, Antonio--?I love thee, and 'tis 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; when, 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 gudgeon, this opinion.?Come, good Lorenzo. Fare ye well awhile;?I'll end my exhortation after dinner.
LORENZO.?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.
GRATIANO.?Well, keep me company but two years moe,?Thou shalt not know the sound of thine own tongue.
ANTONIO.?Fare you well; I'll grow a talker for this gear.
GRATIANO.?Thanks, i' faith, for silence is only commendable?In a neat's tongue dried, and a maid not vendible.
[Exeunt GRATIANO and LORENZO.]
ANTONIO.?Is that anything now?
BASSANIO.?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.
ANTONIO.?Well; tell me now what lady is the same?To whom you swore a secret pilgrimage,?That you to-day promis'd to tell me of?
BASSANIO.?'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; but my chief care?Is to come fairly off from the great debts?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?To unburden all my plots and purposes?How to get clear of all the debts I owe.
ANTONIO.?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.
BASSANIO.?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,?To find the other forth; and by adventuring both?I oft found both. I urge this childhood proof,?Because what follows is pure innocence.?I owe you much; and, like a wilful youth,?That which I owe is lost; but if you please?To shoot another arrow that self 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 rest debtor for the first.
ANTONIO.?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.?Then do but say to me what I should do?That in your knowledge may by me be done,?And I am prest unto it; therefore, speak.
BASSANIO.?In Belmont is a lady richly left,?And she is fair and, fairer than that word,?Of wondrous virtues. Sometimes from her eyes?I did receive fair speechless messages:?Her name is Portia--nothing undervalu'd?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 sunny locks?Hang on her temples like a golden fleece;?Which makes her seat of Belmont Colchos' strond,?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.
ANTONIO.?Thou know'st that all my fortunes are at sea;?Neither have I money
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