14991493Bass. Our feast shalbe much honored in your mariage.

15001494Gra. Wele play with them the first boy for a thousand ducats.

15011495Ner. What and stake downe?

15021496Gra. No, we shall nere win at that sport and stake downe.

15031497But who comes heere? Lorenzo and his infidell?

15041498what, and my old Venecian friend Salerio?

15071501Bassa. Lorenzo and Salerio, welcome hether,

15081502if that the youth of my newe intrest heere

15091503haue power to bid you welcome: by your leaue

15101504I bid my very friends and countrymen

15111505sweet Portia welcome.

15121506Por. So doe I my Lord, they are intirely welcome.

15131507Lor. I thanke your honour, for my part my Lord

15141508my purpose was not to haue seene you heere,

15151509but meeting with Salerio by the way

15161510he did intreate me past all saying nay

15171511to come with him along.

15181512Sal. I did my Lord,

15191513and I haue reason for it, Signior Anthonio

15201514commends him to you.

15211515Bass. Ere I ope his Letter

15221516I pray you tell me how my good friend doth.

15231517Sal. Not sicke my Lord, vnlesse it be in mind,

15241518nor well, vnlesse in mind: his letter there

15251519will show you his estate. open the letter.

15261520Gra. Nerrissa, cheere yond stranger, bid her welcom.

15271521Your hand Salerio, what's the newes from Venice?

15281522How doth that royall Merchant good Anthonio?

15291523I know he will be glad of our successe,

15301524We are the Iasons, we haue wone the fleece.

15311525Sal. I would you had won the fleece that he hath lost.

15321526Por. There are some shrowd contents in yond same paper

15331527That steales the colour from Bassanios cheeke,

15341528Some deere friend dead, else nothing in the world

15351529could turne so much the constitution