O my Antonio,I do know of these That therefore only are reputed wise For saying nothing;when,I am very sure, If they should speak,would almost damn those ears, Which,hearing them,would call their brothers fools. I'll tell thee more of this another time: But fish not,with this melancholy bait, For this fool gudgeon,this opinion. Come,good Lorenzo.Fare ye well awhile: I'll end my exhortation after dinner. LORENZO Well,we will leave you then till dinner-time: I must be one of these same dumb wise men, For Gratiano never lets me speak. GRATIANO Well,keep me company but two years moe, Thou shalt not know the sound of thine own tongue. ANTONIO Farewell:I'll grow a talker for this gear. GRATIANO Thanks,i'faith,for silence is only commendable In a neat's tongue dried and a maid not vendible. Exeunt GRATIANO and LORENZO ANTONIO Is that any thing now? BASSANIO Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing,more 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. ANTONIO Well,tell me now what lady is the same To whom you swore a secret pilgrimage, That you to-day promised to tell me of?O my Antonio, I do know of these That therefore only are reputed wise For saying nothing; when, I am very sure, If they should speak, would almost damn those ears, Which, hearing them, would call their brothers fools. I'll tell thee more of this another time: But fish not, with this melancholy bait, For this fool gudgeon, this opinion. Come, good Lorenzo. Fare ye well awhile: I'll end my exhortation after dinner. LORENZO Well, we will leave you then till dinner-time: I must be one of these same dumb wise men, For Gratiano never lets me speak. GRATIANO Well, keep me company but two years moe, Thou shalt not know the sound of thine own tongue. ANTONIO Farewell: I'll grow a talker for this gear. GRATIANO Thanks, i' faith, for silence is only commendable In a neat's tongue dried and a maid not vendible. Exeunt GRATIANO and LORENZO ANTONIO Is that any thing now? BASSANIO Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more 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. ANTONIO Well, tell me now what lady is the same To whom you swore a secret pilgrimage, That you to-day promised to tell me of?