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. I thank your honour:--For my part, my lord, My purpose was not to have seen you here; But meeting with Solanio by the way, He did entreat me, past all saying nay, To come with him along. _Sal_. I did, my lord, And I have reason for it. Signior Antonio Commends him to you. [_Gives_ BASSANIO _a letter_. _Bas_. Ere I ope this letter, I pray you tell me how my good friend doth. _Sal_. Not sick, my lord, unless it be in mind: Nor well, unless in mind: his letter there Will show you his estate. _Gra_. Nerissa, cheer yon stranger; bid her welcome. Your hand, Solanio. What's the news from Venice? How doth that royal merchant, good Antonio? I know he will be glad of our success; We are the Jasons, we have won the fleece. _Sal_. 'Would you had won the fleece that he hath lost! _Por_. There are some shrewd contents in yon same paper, That steal the colour from Bassanio's cheek; Some dear friend dead; else nothing in the world Could turn so much the constitution Of any constant man.[88] What, worse and worse?-- With leave, Bassanio; I am half yourself, And I must freely have the half of any thing That this same paper brings you. _Bas_. O sweet Portia, Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words That ever blotted paper! Gentle lady, When I did first impart my love to you, I freely told you, all the wealth I had Ran in my veins,--I was a gentleman: And then I told you true: and yet, dear lady, Rating myself at nothing, you shall see How much I was a braggart: When I told you My state was nothing, I should then have told you That I was worse than nothing; for, indeed, I have engag'd myself to a dear friend, Engag'd my friend to his mere enemy, To feed my means. Here is a letter, lady; The paper as the body of my friend, And every word in it a gaping wound, Issuing life-blood. But is it true, Solanio? Have all his ventures fail'd? What, not one hit? From Tripolis, from Mexico, and England, From Lisbon, Barbary, and India? And not one vessel 'scape the dreadful touch Of merchant-marring rocks? _Sal_. Not one, my lord. Besides, it should appear, that if he had The present money to discharge the Jew, He would not take it: Never did I know A creature that did bear the shape of man, So keen and greedy to confound a man He plies the duke at morning, and at night; And doth impeach the freedom of the state If they deny him justice: twenty merchants, The duke himself, and the magnificoes Of greatest port
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