BASSANIO 'Tis not unknown to you,Antonio, How much I have disabled mine estate, By something showing a more swelling port 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 Hath left me gaged.To you,Antonio, I owe the most,in money and in love, And from your love I have a warranty To unburden all my plots and purposes How to get clear of all the debts I owe. ANTONIO I pray you,good Bassanio,let me know it; And if it stand,as you yourself still do, Within the eye of honour,be assured, My purse,my person,my extremest means, Lie all unlock'd to your occasions. BASSANIO In my school-days,when I had lost one shaft. I shot his fellow of the self-same flight The self-same way with more advised watch. To find the other forth,and by adventuring both I oft found both:I urge this childhood proof, Because what follows is pure innocence. I owe you much,and,like a wilful youth, That which I owe is lost;but if you please To shoot another arrow that self way Which you did shoot the first,I do not doubt, As I will watch the aim,or to find both Or bring your latter hazard back again And thankfully rest debtor for the first. ANTONIO You know me well,and herein spend but time To wind about my love with circumstance; And out of doubt you do me now more wrong In making question of my uttermost Than if you had made waste of all I have: Then do but say to me what I should doBASSANIO 'Tis not unknown to you, Antonio, How much I have disabled mine estate, By something showing a more swelling port 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 Hath left me gaged. To you, Antonio, I owe the most, in money and in love, And from your love I have a warranty To unburden all my plots and purposes How to get clear of all the debts I owe. ANTONIO I pray you, good Bassanio, let me know it; And if it stand, as you yourself still do, Within the eye of honour, be assured, My purse, my person, my extremest means, Lie all unlock'd to your occasions. BASSANIO In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft, I shot his fellow of the self-same flight The self-same way with more advised watch, To find the other forth, and by adventuring both I oft found both: I urge this childhood proof, Because what follows is pure innocence. I owe you much, and, like a wilful youth, That which I owe is lost; but if you please To shoot another arrow that self way Which you did shoot the first, I do not doubt, As I will watch the aim, or to find both Or bring your latter hazard back again And thankfully rest debtor for the first. ANTONIO You know me well, and herein spend but time To wind about my love with circumstance; And out of doubt you do me now more wrong In making question of my uttermost Than if you had made waste of all I have: Then do but say to me what I should do