Act III

Now, what news on the Rialto?

Why, yet it lives there uncheck’d that Antonio hath a ship of rich lading wrecked on the narrow seas; the Goodwins, I think they call the place; a very dangerous flat and fatal, where the carcasses of many a tall ship lie buried, as they say, if my gossip Report be an honest woman of her word.

I would she were as lying a gossip in that as ever knapped ginger or made her neighbours believe she wept for the death of a third husband. But it is true, without any slips of prolixity or crossing the plain highway of talk, that the good Antonio, the honest Antonio,⁠—O that I had a title good enough to keep his name company!⁠—

Come, the full stop.

Ha! what sayest thou? Why, the end is, he hath lost a ship.

I would it might prove the end of his losses.