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ACT I. SCENE I.
A Street in Venice.
Enter Anthonio, Salarino, and Solanio.
Anth. In footh, I know not why I am so sad;
I am to learn:
And fuch a want-wit fadness makes of me,
Sol. Your mind is toffing on the ocean;
argofies-large fhips of Ragufa, whence other merchantmen of
Or as it were the pageants of the fea,-
Sala. Believe me, fir, had I fuch venture forth,
Be with my hopes abroad. I should be still
P Plucking the grass, to know where fits the wind;
Sol. My wind, cooling my broth,
But I should think of fhallows, and of flats ;
Vailing her high top lower than her ribs,
To kifs her burial. Should I go to church,
And see the holy edifice of stone,
And not bethink me straight of dangerous rocks;
Is fad to think upon his merchandize.
direction of the wind.
b Plucking the grafs,]-to find out by its motion, when held up, Andrew]- -a fhip's name. Vailing her high top lower than her ribs, to kijs her burial.]— Bowing it beneath her fides, to meet her grave.
Anth. Believe me, no: I thank my fortune for it,
Anth. Fie, fie!
Sala. Not in love neither? Then let's fay, you are fad,
That they'll not fhow their teeth in way of smile,
Enter Baffanio, Lorenzo, and Gratiano.
Sol. Here comes Baffanio, your most noble kinfman,
Sala. I would have ftaid till I had made you merry,
Anth. Your worth is very dear in my regard.
I take it, your own business calls on you, you embrace the occafion to depart. Sol. Good morrow, my good lords.
Baff. Good figniors both, when shall we laugh? fay,
grow exceeding ftrange; Muft it be fo?
Sol. We'll make our leisures to attend on yours.
[Exeunt Sol. and Salą. Lor. My lord Baffanio, fince you have found Anthonio,
We two will leave you; but, at dinner-time,
Gra. You look not well, fignior Anthonio; You have too much refpect 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; A stage, where every man must play a part, And mine a fad one.
Gra. Let me play the Fool:
' With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come;
Why should a man, whose blood is warm within,
Sleep when he wakes? and creep into the jaundice
Do cream and mantle, like a ftanding pond;
the Fool-the character of one, fuch as was exhibited in the old farces.
f With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come ;]—
"That smiles his cheek in years."
Do cream and mantle,]-alluding to the manner in which the film of fcalding milk extends itself.
LOVE'S LABOUR LOST, A& V, S. 2.
For faying nothing; who, I am very fure,
If they should speak, would almost damn those ears,
But fish not, with this melancholy bait,
Lor. Well, we will leave you then till dinner-time.
For Gratiano never lets me fpeak,
Gra. Well, keep me company but two years more,
[Exeunt Gra. and Loren.
Anth. Is that any thing now? Baff. Gratiano fpeaks an infinite deal of nothing, more any man in all Venice : His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff; you fhall feek 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?
Baff. 'Tis not unknown to you, Anthonio,
call their brothers, fools.]-and thereby incur that judgment. 'for this gear.]-that fpeech of yours.