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O, these deliberate fools, when they do choose,
They have the wisdom by their wit to lose.
Ner.
The ancient saying is no heresy,
Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.
Por.
Come draw the curtain, Nerissa.
Enter Messenger.
Mess.
Where is my lady?
Por.
Here; what would my lord?
Mess.
Madam, there is alighted at your gate
A young Venetian, one that comes before
To signify th’ approaching of his lord,
From whom he bringeth sensible regreets:
To wit (besides commends and courteous breath),
Gifts of rich value. Yet I have not seen
So likely an embassador of love.
A day in April never came so sweet,
To show how costly summer was at hand,
As this fore-spurrer comes before his lord.
Por.
No more, I pray thee. I am half afeard
Thou wilt say anon he is some kin to thee,
Thou spend’st such high-day wit in praising him.
Come, come, Nerissa, for I long to see
Quick Cupid’s post that comes so mannerly.
Ner.
Bassanio, Lord Love, if thy will it be!
Exeunt.
¶
ACT III
[Scene I]
[Enter] Solanio and Salerio.