[110] Ant. Farewell: I’ll grow a talker for this gear.
Gra. Thanks, i’faith; for silence is only commendable
[112] In a neat’s tongue dried, and a maid not vendible. [Exeunt Gratiano and Lorenzo.
[113] Ant. Is that any thing now?
Bass. Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more
[115] than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains
of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff: you shall seek all day
ere you find them: and when you have them, they are not
worth the search.
[119] Ant. Well, tell me now, what lady is the same