Gra.
Where is your master?

Leon.
Yonder, Sir, he walks. [Ex. Leonardo.

Gra.
Signior Bassanio,—

Bass.
Gratiano!

Gra.
I have a suit to you.

Bass.
You have obtain'd it.

Gra.

You must not deny me, I must go with you to Belmont.

Bass.
Why, then you must: but hear thee, Gratiano,
Thou art too wild, too rude, and bold of voice;
Parts, that become thee happily enough,
And in such eyes as ours appear not faults;
But where thou art not known, why, there they shew
Something too liberal; pray thee, take pain
T'allay with some cold drops of modesty
Thy skipping spirit; lest, through thy wild behaviour,
I be misconstru'd in the place I go to,
And lose my hopes.

Gra.
Signior Bassanio, hear me.
If I do not put on a sober habit,
Talk with respect, and swear but now and then,
Wear prayer-books in my pocket, look demurely;
Nay more, while grace is saying, hood mine eyes
Thus with my hat, and sigh, and say, Amen;
Use all th' observance of civility,
Like one well studied in a sad ostent
To please his grandam; never trust me more.

Bass.
Well, we shall see your bearing.

Gra.
Nay, but I bar to night, you shall not gage me
By what we do to night.

Bass.
No, that were pity.
I would entreat you rather to put on
Your boldest suit of mirth, for we have friends
That purpose merriment: but fare you well,
I have some business.

Gra.
And I must to Lorenzo and the rest:
But we will visit you at supper-time. [Exeunt.

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