6768I take it your owne busines calls on you,

6869And you embrace th'occasion to depart.

6970Sal. Good morrow my good Lords.

7071Bass. Good signiors both when shal we laugh? say, when?

7172You grow exceeding strange: must it be so?

7273Sal. Weele make our leysures to attend on yours.

7475Lor. My Lord Bassanio, since you haue found Anthonio

7576We two will leaue you, but at dinner time

7677I pray you haue in minde where we must meete.

7778Bass. I will not faile you.

7879Grat. You looke not well signior Anthonio,

7980You haue too much respect vpon the world:

8081They loose it that doe buy it with much care,

8182Beleeue me you are meruailously changd.

8283Ant. I hold the world but as the world Gratiano,

8384A stage, where euery man must play a part,

8485And mine a sad one.

8586Grati. Let me play the foole,

8687With mirth and laughter let old wrinckles come,

8788And let my liuer rather heate with wine

8889Then my hart coole with mortifying grones.

8990Why should a man whose blood is warme within,

9091Sit like his grandsire, cut in Alablaster?

9192Sleepe when he wakes? and creepe into the Iaundies

9293By beeing peeuish? I tell thee what Anthonio,

9394I loue thee, and tis my loue that speakes:

9495There are a sort of men whose visages

9596Doe creame and mantle like a standing pond,

9697And doe a wilful stilnes entertaine,

9798With purpose to be drest in an opinion

9899Of wisedome, grauitie, profound conceit,

99100As who should say, I am sir Oracle,

100101And when I ope my lips, let no dogge barke.

101102O my Anthonio I doe know of these

102103That therefore onely are reputed wise

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