This letter from Bellario doth commend a young and learned doctor to our court.
Thanks, i’ faith, for silence is only commendable In a neat’s tongue dried, and a maid not vendible.
Signior Antonio Commends him to you.
Madam, there is alighted at your gate A young Venetian, one that comes before To signify th’ approaching of his lord; From whom he bringeth sensible regreets; To wit,—besides commends and courteous breath,— Gifts of rich value.
I think the best grace of wit will shortly turn into silence, and discourse grow commendable in none only but parrots.
Commend me to your honourable wife: Tell her the process of Antonio’s end; Say how I lov’d you; speak me fair in death; And, when the tale is told, bid her be judge Whether Bassanio had not once a love.
I acquainted him with the cause in controversy between the Jew and Antonio the merchant; we turn’d o’er many books together; he is furnished with my opinion which, bettered with his own learning,—the greatness whereof I cannot enough commend,—comes with him at my importunity to fill up your Grace’s request in my stead.