Magnificoes of Venice, Servants, and other Attendants. SCENE, partly at Venice, and partly at Belmont, the Seat of Portia. Salar. Antonio. IN sooth, I know not why I am so sad; I am to learn. Your mind is on the ocean; There, where your argosies with portly sail, Do overpeer the petty traffickers, As they fly by them with their woven wings. Ant. Believe me, no: I thank my fortune for it, 'Tis not my merchandise that makes me sad. Enter BASSANIO, LORENZO, and GRATIANO. Salan. Here comes Bassanio, your most noble kinsman. Lor. My lord Bassanio, since you've found Antonio, We two will leave you: but, at dinner time, I pray you, have in mind where we must meet. Bass. I will not fail you. [Exeunt Salar. and Salan. Gra. You look not well, signior Antonio; You have too much respect upon the world: They lose it, that do buy it with much càre. Ant. I hold the world but às the world, Gratiano; Gra. Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Sleep when he wakes, and creep into the jaundice Do cream and mantle, like a standing pond; With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion Ant. Farewell: I'll grow a talker for this gear. mendable In a neat's tongue dried, and a maid not vendible. [Exeunt Gra. and Lor. Ant. Well; tell me now, what lady is this same |