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MERCHANT OF VENICE.
A Street in Venice. Enter ANTHONIO, SOLARINO, and.
Sal. Your mind is tossing on the ocean ;
Solą. Believe me, fir, had I such venture forth,
Sal. My wind, cooling my broth,
. Whether it be derived from Argo, I am in doubt.
 By holding up the grass, or any light body that will bend by a gentle blatt, the direction of the wind is found." This way I used in Thoots ing. Betwixt the markes was an open place, there I take a fethere, or a Tytle graise, and so learned how the wind ftood.” Ascham. JOHNS,
It was a name
What harm a wind too great might do at fea.
Anth. Believe me, no : I thank my fortune for its
Sola. Why then you are in love.
 The name of the thip. JOHNS.
 Here Shakespeare thews his knowledge in the antique. By Twoheaded Janus is meant thore antique bifrontine heads, which generally represent a young and smiling face, together with an old and wrinkled one, being of Pan and Bacchus; of Saturn and Apollo, &c. There are not uncommon in collections of antiques : and in the books of the antiquaries, as Montfaucon, Spanheim, &c. WARB.
 This gives us a very picturesque image of the countenance in laugh. ing, when the eyes appear half fhut. WARB.
 Because such are apt enough to sew their teeth in anger. WARB. Enter BASSANIO, LORENZO, and GRATIANO. Sal. Here comes Baffanio, your most noble kinsman, Gratiano, and Lorenzo : Fare you well : We leave you 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.
Sal. Good-morrow, my good lords.
Sal. We'll make our leisures to attend on yours.
Sola. My lord Baffanio, fince you have found Anthonio, We two will leave you ; but, at dinner-time, I pray you have in mind where we must meet. Baj. I will not fail you.
(Exeunt Sal. and SOLA. Gra. You look not well, fignior Anthonio ; 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.
Anth. I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano;
Gra. Let me play the fool :
 Alluding to the common comparison of human life to a stage-play: So that he delires his may be the fool's or buffoon's part, which was a con Atant character in the old farces ; from whence came the phrase, To play the fool, WARB.
As who should say, I am Sir Oracle,
Lor. Well, we will leave you then till dinner-time.
Gra. Well, keep me company but two years more, Thou shalt not know the sound of thine own tongue.
Anth. Farewel : I'll grow a talker for this gear.
Gra. Thanks, 'faith; for silence 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?
Bas. 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.
Anth. Well; tell me now, what lady is the same,
Baj. 'Tis not unknown to you, Anthonio,
 Thumour of this consists in its being an allusion to the practice of the puritan preachers of those times; who being, generally very long and tedious, were often forced to put off that part of their fermon called the Exhortation, till after dinner, WARB.
To unburthen all my plots, and purposes,
Anth. I pray you, good Balsanio, let me know it ;
Bal. In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft, I fhot his fellow of the felf-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. I owe you much ; and, like a wilful youth, That which I owe is loft : but if you pleafe 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 fatter 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 circumftance ; And, out of doubt, you do me now more wrong, In making question of my uttermoft, Than if you had made waste of all I have : Then do but fay to me what I should do, That in your knowledge may by me be dones, And I am preft into it :. therefore, fpeak.
Bar In Belmont is a lady richly left, And The is fair, and fairer than that word, Of wondrous virtues ; fometime from her eyes: I did receive fair speechlefs 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 coaft Renowned fuitors : and her sunny locks Hang on her temples like a golden fleece ; Which makes her feat of Belmont, Colchos' ftrand, And many Jafons come in quest of her. O, my Anthonio, had I but the means
hold a rival place with one of them, I have a mind prefages me fuch thrift, That I thould questionlefs be fortunate. •