Act III

I did, my lord;

And I have reason for it. Signior Antonio

Commends him to you.

Ere I ope his letter,

I pray you, tell me how my good friend doth.

Not sick, my lord, unless it be in mind;

Nor well, unless in mind: his letter there

Will show you his estate.

Your hand, Salerio: 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.