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ANTONIOIn 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,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 5I am to learn;
And such a want-wit sadness makes of me,
That I have much ado to know myself.
SALARINOYour mind is tossing on the ocean;
There, where your argosies with portly sail,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 10Like signiors and rich burghers on the flood,
Or, as it were, the pageants of the sea,
Do overpeer the petty traffickers,
That curtsy to them, do them reverence,
As they fly by them with their woven wings.
SALANIOAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 15Believe me, sir, had I such venture forth,
The better part of my affections would
Be with my hopes abroad. I should be still
Plucking the grass, to know where sits the wind,
Peering in maps for ports and piers and roads;
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 20And every object that might make me fear
Misfortune to my ventures, out of doubt
Would make me sad.
SALARINOMy wind cooling my broth
Would blow me to an ague, when I thought
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 25What harm a wind too great at sea might do.
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
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 30To 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 side,
Would scatter all her spices on the stream,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 35Enrobe 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 bechanced would make me sad?
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 40But tell not me; I know, Antonio
Is sad to think upon his merchandise.
ANTONIOBelieve 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
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 45Upon the fortune of this present year:
Therefore my merchandise makes me not sad.
SALARINOWhy, then you are in love.
SALARINONot in love neither? Then let us say you are sad,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 50Because 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 framed strange fellows in her time:
Some that will evermore peep through their eyes
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 55And 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.
SALANIOHere comes Bassanio, your most noble kinsman,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 60Gratiano and Lorenzo. Fare ye well:
We leave you now with better company.
SALARINOI would have stay'd till I had made you merry,
If worthier friends had not prevented me.
ANTONIOYour worth is very dear in my regard.
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 65I take it, your own business calls on you
And you embrace the occasion to depart.
SALARINOGood morrow, my good lords.
BASSANIOGood signiors both, when shall we laugh? say, when?
You grow exceeding strange: must it be so?
SALARINOAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 70We'll make our leisures to attend on yours.
LORENZOMy 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.
BASSANIOI will not fail you.
GRATIANOAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 75You 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 changed.
ANTONIOI hold the world but as the world, Gratiano;
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 80A stage where every man must play a part,
And mine a sad one.
GRATIANOLet me play the fool:
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come,
And let my liver rather heat with wine
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 85Than 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 —
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 90I 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
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 95Of 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
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 100For 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,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 105For this fool gudgeon, this opinion.
Come, good Lorenzo. Fare ye well awhile:
I'll end my exhortation after dinner.
LORENZOWell, we will leave you then till dinner-time:
I must be one of these same dumb wise men,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 110For Gratiano never lets me speak.
GRATIANOWell, keep me company but two years moe,
Thou shalt not know the sound of thine own tongue.
ANTONIOFarewell: I'll grow a talker for this gear.
GRATIANOThanks, i' faith, for silence is only commendable
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 115In a neat's tongue dried and a maid not vendible.
ANTONIOIs that any thing now?
BASSANIOGratiano 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
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 120shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you
have them, they are not worth the search.
ANTONIOWell, tell me now what lady is the same
To whom you swore a secret pilgrimage,
That you to-day promised to tell me of?
BASSANIOAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 125'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 abridged
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 130From 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 gaged. To you, Antonio,
I owe the most, in money and in love,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 135And from your love I have a warranty
To unburden all my plots and purposes
How to get clear of all the debts I owe.
ANTONIOI pray you, good Bassanio, let me know it;
And if it stand, as you yourself still do,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 140Within the eye of honour, be assured,
My purse, my person, my extremest means,
Lie all unlock'd to your occasions.
BASSANIOIn my school-days, when I had lost one shaft,
I shot his fellow of the self-same flight
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 145The 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,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 150That 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
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 155And thankfully rest debtor for the first.
ANTONIOYou 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
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 160Than 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.
BASSANIOIn Belmont is a lady richly left;
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 165And 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 undervalued
To Cato's daughter, Brutus' Portia:
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 170Nor 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' strand,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 175And 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!
ANTONIOAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 180Thou know'st that all my fortunes are at sea;
Neither 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,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 185To 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.