We two will leave you; but, at dinner-time, Gra. You look not well, fignior Anthonio; Anth. I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; Gra. Let me play the Fool: " With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come; Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Sleep when he wakes? and creep into the jaundice * Do cream and mantle, like a ftanding pond; With purpose to be dreft in an opinion the Fool:-the character of one, fuch as was exhibited in the old farces. f With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come ;] " fome Dick, "That fmiles his cheek in years. LOVE'S LABOUR LOST, A&t V, S. 2. Biron. Do cream and mantle,]-alluding to the manner in which the film of fcalding milk extends itself. For For faying nothing; who, I am very fure, If they should speak, would almost damn those ears, But fish not, with this melancholy bait, Lor. Well, we will leave you then till dinner-time. For Gratiano never lets me fpeak. gear. Gra. Well, keep me company but two years more, Thou shalt not know the found of thine own tongue. Anth. Fare well: I'll grow a talker 'for this Gra. Thanks, i'faith; for filence is only commendable In a neat's tongue dry'd, and a maid not vendible. [Exeunt Gra. and Loren. Anth. Is that any thing now? Baff. Gratiano fpeaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice: His reafons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff; you shall seek all day ere you find them; and, when you have them, they are not worth the fearch. Auth. Well; tell me now, what lady is the fame, To whom you swore a fecret pilgrimage, That you to-day promis'd to tell me of? Baff. 'Tis not unknown to you, Anthonio, call their brothers, fools.]-and thereby incur that judgment. G 4 Is, Is, to come fairly off from the great debts, Anth. I pray you, good Baffanio, let me know it; My purse, my perfon, my extreameft means, Baff. In my school-days, when I had loft one fhaft, The self-same way, with more advised watch, Which you did shoot the first, I do not doubt, Or bring your latter hazard back again, Anth. You know me well; and herein fpend but time, To wind about my love with circumstance; And, out of doubt, you do me now more wrong, In making queftion of my uttermost, Than if you had made waste of all I have: Then do but fay to me what I fhould do, k k preft]-I am ready, prompt to undertake it. Baff Bass. In Belmont is a lady richly left, Her name is Portia; nothing undervalu'd Nor is the wide world ignorant of her worth; O my Anthonio, had I but the means I have a mind prefages me fuch thrift, Anth. Thou know'ft, that all my fortunes are at fea; Nor have I money, nor commodity To raise a present fum: therefore go forth, Try what my credit can in Venice do ; SCENE [Exeunt. II. A Room in Portia's Houfe at Belmont. Enter Portia and Neriffa. Por. By my troth, Neriffa, my little body is aweary of this great world. 1 fometimes &c.]-fome time ago; have occafionally received. of my trust, or for my fake.]-on my bond, or out of friendship. Ner. Ner. You would be, fweet madam, if your miseries were in the same abundance as your good fortunes are: And yet, for aught I fee, they are as fick, that furfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing: It is no mean happiness therefore, to be seated in the mean; fuperfluity comes fooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer. Por. Good fentences, and well pronounc'd. Ner. They would be better, if well follow'd. Por. If to do, were as eafy 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 inftructions: 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 devife laws for the blood; but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree: fuch a hare is madnefs the youth, to skip o'er the meshes of good counsel the cripple. But this reasoning is not in fashion to chufe me a husband:-O me, the word chufe! I may neither chuse whom I would, nor refufe whom I diflike; fo is the will of a living daughter curb'd by the will of a dead father:Is it not hard, Neriffa, that I cannot chufe one, nor refuse none? Ner. Your father was ever virtuous; and holy men, at their death, have good infpirations; therefore, the lottery, that he hath devised in these three chefts, of gold, filver and lead, (whereof who chufes his meaning, chuses you) will, no doubt, never be chosen by any rightly, but one "who you fhall rightly love. But what warmth is there your affection towards any of these princely fuitors that are already come? in Por. I pray thee, over-name them; and as thou nam'ft who you shall rightly love.]—who fhall love you rightly; or whom you fhall rightly love. them, |