Ant. Your worth is very dear in my regard.
I take it, your own business calls on you,
And you embrace the occasion to depart.
065 Salar. Good morrow, my good lords.
Bass. Good signiors both, when shall we laugh? say, when?
You grow exceeding strange: must it be so?
[068] Salar. We’ll make our leisures to attend on yours. [Exeunt Salarino and Salanio.
[069] Lor. My Lord Bassanio, since you have found Antonio,
070 We two will leave you: but, at dinner-time,
I pray you, have in mind where we must meet.