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The Merchant of Venice (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Merchant of Venice.
1Actus primus.
2Enter Anthonio, Salarino, and Salanio.
3Anthonio.
5It wearies me: you say it wearies you;
6But how I caught it, found it, or came by it,
9mee,
10That I haue much ado to know my selfe.
13Like Signiors and rich Burgers on the flood,
14Or as it were the Pageants of the sea,
15Do ouer-peere the pettie Traffiquers
16That curtsie to them, do them reuerence
17As they flye by them with their wouen wings.
22Peering in Maps for ports, and peers, and rodes:
23And euery obiect that might make me feare
24Misfortune to my ventures, out of doubt
25Would make me sad.
26Sal. My winde cooling my broth,
27Would blow me to an Ague, when I thought
28What harme a winde too great might doe at sea.
32Vailing her high top lower then her ribs
35And not bethinke me straight of dangerous rocks,
38Enrobe the roring waters with my silkes,
39And in a word, but euen now worth this,
40And now worth nothing. Shall I haue the thought
41To thinke on this, and shall I lacke the thought
43But tell not me, I know Anthonio
44Is sad to thinke vpon his merchandize.
45Anth. Beleeue me no, I thanke my fortune for it,
46My ventures are not in one bottome trusted,
47Nor to one place; nor is my whole estate
48Vpon the fortune of this present yeere:
49Therefore my merchandize makes me not sad.
50Sola. Why then you are in loue.
54For you to laugh and leape, and say you are merry
56Nature hath fram'd strange fellowes in her time:
57Some that will euermore peepe through their eyes,
58And laugh like Parrats at a bag-piper.
62Enter Bassanio, Lorenso, and Gratiano.
65Gratiano, and Lorenso. Faryewell,
66We leaue you now with better company.
68If worthier friends had not preuented me.
69Ant. Your worth is very deere in my regard.
70I take it your owne busines calls on you,
71And you embrace th' occasion to depart.
72Sal. Good morrow my good Lords.
76 Exeunt Salarino, and Solanio.
78We two will leaue you, but at dinner time
79I pray you haue in minde where we must meete.
80Bass. I will not faile you.
83They loose it that doe buy it with much care,
84Beleeue me you are maruellously chang'd.
85Ant. I hold the world but as the world Gratiano,
87And mine a sad one.
88Grati. Let me play the foole,
89With mirth and laughter let old wrinckles come,
90And let my Liuer rather heate with wine,
91Then my heart coole with mortifying grones.
94Sleepe when he wakes? and creep into the Iaundies
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