100 I’ll tell thee more of this another time:
But fish not, with this melancholy bait,
[102] For this fool gudgeon, this opinion.
[103] Come, good Lorenzo. Fare ye well awhile:
I’ll end my exhortation after dinner.
105 Lor. Well, we will leave you, then, till dinner-time:
I must be one of these same dumb wise men,
For Gratiano never lets me speak.
[108] Gra. Well, keep me company but two years moe,
Thou shalt not know the sound of thine own tongue.