The Merchant of Venice (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Merchant of Venice.
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485Ant. Why feare not man, I will not forfaite it,
¶Within these two months, that's a month before
¶This bond expires, I doe expect returne
¶Of thrice three times the valew of this bond.
¶The thoughts of others: Praie you tell me this,
¶By the exaction of the forfeiture?
¶A pound of mans flesh taken from a man,
¶To buy his fauour, I extend this friendship,
¶If he will take it, so: if not adiew,
¶And for my loue I praie you wrong me not.
¶Shy. Then meete me forthwith at the Notaries,
¶Giue him direction for this merrie bond,
¶See to my house left in the fearefull gard
505Of an vnthriftie knaue: and presentlie
¶Ile be with you.
Exit.
¶Ant. Hie thee gentle Iew. This Hebrew will turne
¶Christian, he growes kinde.
¶Bass. I like not faire teames, and a villaines minde.
¶My Shippes come home a month before the daie.
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Exeunt.
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Actus Secundus.
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Enter Morochus a tawnie Moore all in white, and three or
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Flo. Cornets.
520To whom I am a neighbour, and neere bred.
¶Bring me the fairest creature North-ward borne,
¶And let vs make incision for your loue,
525I tell thee Ladie this aspect of mine
¶Hath feard the valiant, (by my loue I sweare)
¶The best regarded Virgins of our Clyme
¶Haue lou'd it to: I would not change this hue,
¶Except to steale your thoughts my gentle Queene.
¶By nice direction of a maidens eies:
¶Bars me the right of voluntarie choosing:
¶But if my Father had not scanted me,
535And hedg'd me by his wit to yeelde my selfe
¶His wife, who wins me by that meanes I told you,
¶As any commer I haue look'd on yet
¶For my affection.
540Mor. Euen for that I thanke you,
¶Therefore I pray you leade me to the Caskets
¶To trie my fortune: By this Symitare
¶That won three fields of Sultan Solyman,
¶Out-braue the heart most daring on the earth:
¶Yea, mocke the Lion when he rores for pray
¶To win the Ladie. But alas, the while
550If Hercules and Lychas plaie at dice
¶Which is the better man, the greater throw
¶May turne by fortune from the weaker hand:
¶So is Alcides beaten by his rage,
¶And so may I, blinde fortune leading me
¶And die with grieuing.
¶And either not attempt to choose at all,
560Neuer to speake to Ladie afterward
¶In way of marriage, therefore be aduis'd.
¶Mor. Nor will not, come bring me vnto my chance.
¶Your hazard shall be made.
Exeunt.
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Enter the Clowne alone .
¶from this Iew my Maister: the fiend is at mine elbow,
570and tempts me, saying to me, Iobbe, Launcelet Iobbe, good
¶Launcelet, or good Iobbe, or good Launcelet Iobbe, vse
¶the fiend, and run; well, my conscience hanging about
¶uell; and to run away from the Iew I should be ruled by
¶the fiend, who sauing your reuerence is the diuell him-
590selfe: certainely the Iew is the verie diuell incarnation,
¶the fiend giues the more friendly counsaile: I will runne
¶fiend, my heeles are at your commandement, I will
595runne.
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Enter old Gobbo with a Basket.
¶waie to Maister Iewes?
¶Lan. O heauens, this is my true begotten Father, who
600being more then sand-blinde, high grauel blinde, knows
¶me not, I will trie confusions with him.
¶the waie to Maister Iewes.
¶Laun. Turne vpon your right hand at the next tur-
ning
