The Merchant Of Venice
contributor: Eric Lease Morgan (Infomotions, Inc.)
creator: Shakespeare, William
date: 0000-00-00
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language: en
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subject: portia
subject: bassanio
subject: shylock
subject: antonio
subject: whereof
subject: born
subject: ado
subject: know
subject: shakespeare
subject: william
subject: merchant
subject: venice
subject: english
subject: literature
type: text
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sort title: Merchant Of Venice, The
full text: THE MERCHANT OF VENICE DRAMATIS PERSONAE The DUKE OF VENICE. (DUKE:) The PRINCE OF | MOROCCO (MOROCCO:) | | suitors to Portia. The PRINCE OF | ARRAGON (ARRAGON:) | ANTONIO a merchant of Venice. BASSANIO his friend, suitor likewise to Portia. SALANIO | | SALARINO | | friends to Antonio and Bassanio. GRATIANO | | SALERIO | LORENZO in love with Jessica. SHYLOCK a rich Jew. TUBAL a Jew, his friend. LAUNCELOT GOBBO the clown, servant to SHYLOCK. (LAUNCELOT:) OLD GOBBO father to Launcelot. (GOBBO:) LEONARDO servant to BASSANIO. BALTHASAR | | servants to PORTIA. STEPHANO | PORTIA a rich heiress. NERISSA her waiting-maid. JESSICA daughter to SHYLOCK. Magnificoes of Venice, Officers of the Court of Justice, Gaoler, Servants to Portia, and other Attendants. (Servant:) (Clerk:) SCENE Partly at Venice, and partly at Belmont, the seat of PORTIA, on the Continent. THE MERCHANT OF VENICE ACT I SCENE I Venice. A street. [Enter ANTONIO, SALARINO, and SALANIO] ANTONIO 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. SALARINO Your mind is tossing on the ocean; There, where your argosies 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. SALANIO 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. SALARINO My wind cooling my broth Would blow me to an ague, when I thought What harm a wind too great at sea might do. I should not see the sandy hour…