Here comes Bassanio, your most noble kinsman,
Gratiano and Lorenzo. Fare ye well:
We leave you now
with better company.
I would have stay'd till I had made you merry,
If worthier friends had not prevented me.
Your worth is very dear in my regard.
I take it, your own business calls on you
And you embrace the
occasion to depart.
Good morrow, my good lords.
Good signiors both, when shall we laugh? say, when?
You grow exceeding strange: must it be so?
We'll make our leisures to attend on yours.
Exeunt Salarino and Salanio
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.
I will not fail you.
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 changed.
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano;
A stage where every man must play a part,
And mine a sad
Let me play the fool:
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come,
And let my liver rather heat with wine
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,
I 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
wisdom, gravity, profound conceit,
As who should say 'I am Sir Oracle,
And when I ope my lips let no dog
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
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