Your worth is very dear in my regard. I take it, your own business calls on you And you embrace the occasion to depart.

Good signiors both, when shall we laugh? say, when? You grow exceeding strange: must it be so?

My Lord Bassanio, since you have found Antonio, We two will leave you: but at dinner-time, I pray you, have in mind where we must meet.

You look not well, Signior Antonio; You have too much respect upon the world: They lose it that do buy it with much care: Believe me, you are marvellously changed.

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage where every man must play a part, And mine a sad one.