And let my liver rather heat with wine, Sleep when he wakes? and creep into the jaundice Do cream and mantle, like a standing pond; For faying nothing; who, I am very fure, If they should speak, would almost damn those ears, But fish not, with this melancholy bait, Come, good Lorenzo :-Fare ye well, a while; Lor. Well, we will leave you then till dinner-time : I must be one of these same dumb wife men, For Gratiano never lets me speak. GRA. Well, keep me company but two years more, Thou shalt not know the found of thine own tongue. ANT. Farewell: I'll grow a talker for this gear. GRA. Thanks, i'faith; for filence is only commendable In a neat's tongue dried, and a maid not vendible. [Exeunt GRATIANO and LORENZO. ANT. Is that any thing now? BASS. Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice: His reafons 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 fearch. ANT. Well; tell me now, what lady is this fame That you to-day promis'd to tell me of? ANT. I pray you, good Baffanio, let me know it; My purse, my perfon, my extremest means, BASS. In my school-days, when I had loft one shaft, I fhot his fellow of the self-fame flight The felf-fame way, with more advised watch, I owe you much; and, like a wilful youth, you please To shoot another arrow that self way Which you did shoot the first, I do not doubt, Or bring your latter hazard back again, ANT. 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 uttermoft, Than if you had made waste of all I have: Nor is the wide world ignorant of her worth; O my Antonio, had I but the means I have a mind prefages me fuch thrift, ANT. Thou know'ft, that all my fortunes are at sea; Nor have I money, nor commodity To raise a present fum; therefore go forth, [Exeunt. SCENE II. Belmont. A Room in PORTIA'S Houfe. POR. By my troth, Nerifla, my little body is aweary of this great world. NER. You would be, fweet madam, if your miseries were in the fame abundance as your good fortunes are: And, yet, for aught I fee, they are as fick, that furfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing: It is no mean happiness therefore, to be seated in the mean; fuperfluity comes fooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer. POR. Good fentences, and well pronounced. NER. They would be better, if well followed. POR. If to do were as eafy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages, princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own inftructions; I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching. The brain may devise laws for the blood; but a hot temper leaps over a cold decree fuch a hare is madness the youth, to skip o'er the meshes of good counfel the cripple. But this reasoning is not in the fashion to choose me a husband: O me, the word choose! I may neither choose whom I would, nor refuse whom I diflike; fo is the will of a living daughter curb'd by the will of a dead father :-Is it not hard, Neriffa, that I cannot choose one, nor refuse none? NER. Your father was ever virtuous; and holy men, at their death, have good infpirations; therefore, the lottery, that he hath devised in these three chefts, of gold, filver, and lead, (whereof who chooses his meaning, chooses you,) will, no doubt, never be chosen by any rightly, but one who you fhall rightly love. But what warmth is there in your affection towards any of these princely fuitors that are already come? POR. I pray thee, overname them; and as thou namest them, I will describe them; and, according to my description, level at my affection. NER. First, there is the Neapolitan prince. POR. Ay, that's a colt, indeed, for he doth nothing but talk of his horse; and he makes it a great appropriation to his own good parts, that he can fhoe him himself: I am much afraid, my lady his mother played false with a fmith. NER. Then, is there the county Palatine. POR. He doth nothing but frown; as who should say, An if you will not have me, choofe: he hears merry tales, and fmiles not: I fear, he will prove the weeping phi lofopher when he grows old, being fo full of unmannerly sadness in his youth. I had rather be married to a death's head with a bone in his mouth, than to either of thefe. God defend me from these two! NER. How fay you by the French lord, Monfieur Le Bon? POR. God made him, and therefore let him pass for a man. In truth, I know it is a fin to be a mocker; But, he! why, he hath a horse better than the Neapolitan's ; a better bad habit of frowning than the count Palatine: |