_Gra._ My Lord Bassanio and my gentle lady, 190 I wish you all the joy that you can wish; For I am sure you can wish none from me: And when your honours mean to solemnize The bargain of your faith, I do beseech you, Even at that time I may be married too. 195 _Bass._ With all my heart, so thou canst get a wife. _Gra._ I thank your lordship, you have got me one. My eyes, my lord, can look as swift as yours: You saw the mistress, I beheld the maid; You loved, I loved for intermission. 200 No more pertains to me, my lord, than you. Your fortune stood upon the casket there, And so did mine too, as the matter falls; For wooing here until I sweat again, And swearing till my very roof was dry 205 With oaths of love, at last, if promise last, I got a promise of this fair one here To have her love, provided that your fortune Achieved her mistress. _Por._ Is this true, Nerissa? _Ner._ Madam, it is, so you stand pleased withal. 210 _Bass._ And do you, Gratiano, mean good faith? _Gra._ Yes, faith, my lord. _Bass._ Our feast shall be much honour’d in your marriage. _Gra._ We’ll play with them the first boy for a thousand 215 ducats. _Ner._ What, and stake down? _Gra._ No; we shall ne’er win at that sport, and stake down. But who comes here? Lorenzo and his infidel? 220 What, and my old Venetian friend Salerio? _Enter_ LORENZO, JESSICA, _and_ SALERIO, _a Messenger from Venice_. _Bass._ Lorenzo and Salerio, welcome hither; If that the youth of my new interest here Have power to bid you welcome. By your leave, I bid my very friends and countrymen, 225 Sweet Portia, welcome. _Por._ So do I, my lord: They are entirely welcome. _Lor._ I thank your honour. For my part, my lord, My purpose was not to have seen you here; But meeting with Salerio by the way, 230 He did entreat me, past all saying nay, To come with him along. _Saler._ I did, my lord; And I have reason for it. Signior Antonio Commends him to you. [_Gives Bassanio a letter._ _Bass._ Ere I ope his letter, I pray you, tell me how my good friend doth. 235 _Saler._ Not sick, my lord, unless it be in mind; Nor well, unless in mind: his letter there Will show you his estate. _Gra._ Nerissa, cheer yon stranger; bid her welcome. Your hand, Salerio: what’s the news from Venice? 240 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. _Saler._ I would you had won the fleece that he hath lost.