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Luke or VENICE.
suitors to Portia.
servants to Portia. STEPHANO,
Portia, a rich heiress.
Magnificoes of Venice, Officers of the court of Justice, Jaiier.
Servants, and other Attendants.
SCENE, partly at Venice, and partly at Belmont, the seat
of Portia, on the continent,
MERCHANT OF VENICE.
A CT I.
Venice. A street.
Enter ANTONIO, SALARINO, and SALANIO. Ant. In sooth, I know not why I am so sad : It wearies me; you say, it wearies you; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn ; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me, That I have much ado to know myself.
Salar. Your mind is tossing on the ocean ; There, where your argosies 1 with portly sail,Like signiors and rich burghers on the flood, Or, as it were the pageants of the sea, Do
overpeer the petty traffickers, That curtsy to them, do them reverence, As they fly by them with their woven wings.
· Ships of large burden.
Salan. 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 piers, and roads : And every object, that might make me fear Misfortune to my ventures, out of doubt, Would make me sad. Salar.
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 should not see the sandy hour-glass run, But I should think of shallows and of flats; And see my wealthy Andrew dock'd in sand, Vailing 1 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 straight of dangerous rocks; Which, touching but my gentle vessel's side, Would scatter all her spices on the streams; 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, bechanced, would make me sad ? But, tell not me; I know, Antonio Is sad to think upon his merchandise.
Ant. Believe me, no: I thank my fortune for it,
My ventures are not in one bottom trusted,
Salan. Why then you are in love.
fie, fie! Salan. Not in love neither? Then let's say, you
are sad, Because you are not merry; and 'twere as easy For you, to laugh, and leap, and say you are merry, Because you are not sad. Now, by two-headed
Janus, Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time: Some, that will evermore peep through their eyes, And laugh, like parrots, at a bagpiper; And other of such vinegar aspect, That they ’ll not show their teeth in way of smile, Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable.
Enter BASSANIO, LORENZO, and GRATIANO. Salan. Here comes Bassanio, your most noble
kinsman, Gratiano, and Lorenzo. Fare you well : We leave you now with better coinpany. Salar. I would have stay'd till I had made you
Ant. Your worth is very dear in my regard.
Salar. Good morrow, my good lords.
Say, when ?
yours. [Exeunt Salarino and Salanio. Lor. My lord Bassanio, since you have found An
tonio, We two will leave you ; but, at dinner-time I pray you, have in mind where we must meet. Bas. I will not fail you.
Gra. You look not well, signior Antonio :
Let me play the fool :