ACT 2.
SCENE 2. Venice. A street
 (continued)
BASSANIO.
 
Why, then you must. But hear thee, Gratiano;
 
Thou art too wild, too rude, and bold of voice;
 
Parts that become thee happily enough,
 
And in such eyes as ours appear not faults;
 
But where thou art not known, why there they show
 
Something too liberal. Pray thee, take pain
 
To allay with some cold drops of modesty
 
Thy skipping spirit, lest through thy wild behaviour
 
I be misconstrued in the place I go to,
 
And lose my hopes. 
 
GRATIANO.
 
Signior Bassanio, hear me:
 
If I do not put on a sober habit,
 
Talk with respect, and swear but now and then,
 
Wear prayer-books in my pocket, look demurely,
 
Nay more, while grace is saying, hood mine eyes
 
Thus with my hat, and sigh, and say 'amen';
 
Use all the observance of civility,
 
Like one well studied in a sad ostent
 
To please his grandam, never trust me more. 
 
BASSANIO.
 
Well, we shall see your bearing. 
 
GRATIANO.
 
Nay, but I bar to-night; you shall not gauge me
 
By what we do to-night. 
 
BASSANIO.
 
No, that were pity;
 
I would entreat you rather to put on
 
Your boldest suit of mirth, for we have friends
 
That purpose merriment. But fare you well;
 
I have some business. 
 
GRATIANO.
 
And I must to Lorenzo and the rest;
 
But we will visit you at supper-time.
 
 
[Exeunt.] 
 
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