:06:10
Jessica.
:06:23
In truth,
I know not why I am so sad.
:06:28
It wearies me. You say it wearies you.
:06:33
And such a want-wit sadness makes of me
that I have much ado than know myself.
:06:38
Your mind is tossing on the ocean.
:06:40
Believe me, sir, had I such venture forth,
:06:44
the better part of my affection
would be with my hopes abroad.
:06:49
I should be still plucking the grass
to know where sits the wind,
:06:53
peering in maps
for ports and piers and roads.
:06:56
And every object that might make me fear
misfortune to my ventures
:07:01
out of doubt would make me sad.
:07:03
My wind, cooling my broth,
:07:06
would blow me to a fever if I thought what
harm a wind too great might do at sea.
:07:09
Believe me, no.
:07:12
Why, then you"re in love.
:07:16
Fie, fie, fie!
:07:22
Not in love either?
:07:25
Then let us say you are sad
:07:27
because you are not merry.
:07:29
Here comes my lord Bassanio.
:07:36
- Good morrow, my good lord.
- Good signiors. When shall we laugh?
:07:40
We shall make our leisures
to fit in with yours.
:07:45
- Bassanio.
- Signior.
:07:49
My lord Bassanio, since you have found
Antonio, we too will leave you.
:07:55
You look not well, Signior Antonio.
:07:59
You have too much respect
upon the world.