[238] Will show you his estate.
[239] Gra. Nerissa, cheer yon stranger; bid her welcome.
240 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.
[244] Saler. I would you had won the fleece that he hath lost.
245 Por. There are some shrewd contents in yon same paper,
[246] That steals the colour from Bassanio’s cheek:
Some dear friend dead; else nothing in the world