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Bass. I will not fail
Ant. I hold the world but as the world, Gra
A stage, where every man must play a part,
Let me play the Fool:
Lor. Well, we will leave you then till dinner
time: I must be one of these same dumb wise men, For Gratiano never lets me speak.
Gra. Well, keep me company but two years more, Thou shalt not know the sound of thine own tongue.
Ant. Farewell: I'll grow a talker for this gear.
mendable 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 reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of cháff; you shall seek all day, ere you find them; and, when you have them, they are not worth the search.
Ant. Well; tell me now, what lady is this same,
Bass. 'Tis not unknown to you, Antonio,
Ant. I pray you, good Bassanio, let me know it;
a more swelling port, &c.] Port, in the present instance, comprehends the idea of expensive equipage, and external pomp
And, if it stand, as you yourself still do,
time, To wind about my love with circumstance; And, out of doubt, you do me now more wrong, In making question of my uttermost, Than 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 done, And I am prest unto it: therefore, speak.
Bass. In Belmont is a lady richly left,
prest unto it:] Prest may not here signify impress'd, as into military service, but ready. Pret, Fr.
For the four winds blow in from every coast
Belmont. A Room in Portia's House.
Enter PORTIA and Nerissa. Por. By my troth, Nerissa, my little body is aweary
of this great world. Ner. You would be, sweet madam, if your miseries were in the same abundance as your good fortunes are: And yet, for aught I see, they are as sick, that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing: It is no mean happiness therefore, to be seated in the mean; superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer.
Por. Good sentences, and well pronounced.
Por. If to do were as easy 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 instructions: 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; such a hare is madness the youth, to skip o'er the meshes of good counsel 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 dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curb’d by the will of a dead father:- Is it not hard, Nerissa, that I cannot choose one, nor refuse none?
Ner. Your father was ever virtuous; and holy men, at their death, have good inspirations; therefore, the lottery, that he hath devised in these three chests, of gold, silver, and lead, (whereof who chooses his meaning, chooses you,) will, no doubt, never be chosen by any rightly, but one who you shall rightly love. But what warmth is there in your affection towards any of these princely suitors that are already come?
Por. I pray thee, over-name 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 shoe him himself: I am much afraid, my lady his mother played false with a smith.
Ner. Then, is there the county? Palatine.
is there the county Palatine.] County and count in old language were synonymous.