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Enter Messenger. Mel. My Lord, your brother John is ta’en in

fight, And brought with armed men back to Messina.

Bene. Think not on him 'till to morrow: I'll devise thee brave punishments for him. Strike up, Pipers.

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Dramatis Personæ.

DUKE of Venice.
Morochius, a Moorish Prince, ? Suiters to Portia.
Prince of Arragon,
Anthonio, the Merchant of Venice.
Baffanio, bis Friend, in love with Portia.

Salanio,

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Solarino, į Friends to Anthonio and Baffanio.
Gratiano,
Lorenzo, in love with Jessica.
Shylock, a Jew.
Tubal, a Jew, bis Friend.
Launcelot, a Clown, Servant to the Jew.
Gobbo, an old Man, Father to Launcelot.
Leonardo, Servant to Baffanio.
Balthazar, ? Servants to Portia.
Stephano, s

Portia, an Heiress of great Quality and Fortune,
Neriffa, Confident to Portia.
Jessica, Daughter to Shylock.
Senators of Venice, Officers, Jailer, Servants and

other Attendants. SCENE, partly at Venice; and partly at Bel

mont, the Seat of Portia upon the Continent.

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MERCHANT of VENICE,

ACT I. SCENE I.

A Street in Venice.
Enter Anthonio, Solarino, and Salanio.

ANTHO NIo. S YEN sooth, I know not why I am so fad:

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Sal. Your mind is toffing on the ocean; There, where your ' Argofies with portly Sail, Like signiors and rich burghers on the food,

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Or as it were the pageants of the Sea,
Do over-peer the petty traffickers,
That curtsie to them, do them reverence,
As they Ay by them with their woven wings.

Sola. Believe me, Sir, had I such venture forth,
The better part of my affections would
Be with my hopes abroad. I should be still
Plucking the grass, to know where sits the wind;
Peering in maps for ports, and peers, and roads ;
And every object, that might make me fear
Misfortune to my ventures, out of doubt,
Would make me fad.

Sal. My wind, cooling my broth, Would blow me to an ague, when I thought What harm a wind too great might do at sea. i I should not see the sandy hour-glass run, But I should think of shallows and of Aats; And see my wealthy Andrewe dock'd in fand, Vailing her high top lower than her ribs, To kiss her burial. Should I go to church, And see the holy edifice of stone, And not bethink me strait of dang'rous rocks? Which, touching but my gentle vessel's side, Would scatter all the spices on the stream, Enrobe the roaring waters with my silks ; And in a word, but even now worth this, And now worth nothing. Shall I have the thought To think on this, and shall I lack the thought, That such a thing, bechanc'd, would make me fad ? But tell not me; I know, Anthonio Is fad to think upon his merchandize.

Anth. Believe me, no: I thank my fortune for its My ventures are not in one bottom trusted, Nor to one place; nor is my whole estate Upon the fortune of this present year: Therefore, my merchandize makes me not fad. Sola. Why then you are in love.

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