Page 397 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

I’ll tell thee more of this another time. [100]
But fish not with this melancholy bait
For this fool gudgeon, this opinion.
Come, good Lorenzo; fare ye well awhile,

I’ll end my exhortation after dinner.

LORENZO
Well, we will leave you then till dinner-time. [105]
I must be one of these same dumb wise men,
For Gratiano never lets me speak.

GRATIANO
Well, keep me company but two years more,

Thou shalt not know the sound of thine own tongue.

ANTONIO
Fare you well; I’ll grow a talker for this gear. [110]

GRATIANO
Thanks i’faith; for silence is only commendable
In a neat’s tongue dried and a maid not vendible.
Exeunt Gratiano and Lorenzo.

ANTONIO
It is that anything now.

BASSANIO
Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice.
His reasons are as [115] 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 search.

ANTONIO

Well, tell me now what lady is the same
To whom you swore a secret pilgrimage, [120]
That you today promised to tell me of.