120 To whom you swore a secret pilgrimage,
That you to-day promised to tell me of?
Bass. ’Tis not unknown to you, Antonio,
How much I have disabled mine estate,
[124] By something showing a more swelling port
[125] Than my faint means would grant continuance:
Nor do I now make moan to be abridged
From such a noble rate; but my chief care
Is, to come fairly off from the great debts,
Wherein my time, something too prodigal,