Merchant of Venice. - Repositories

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DRAMATIS PERSONuE The DUKE OP VENICE. The PRINCE OF MOROCCO, ) .. ^ « ^^ „, „ . 'J swtora to Portia. The PRINCE OF AREAGON, ) ANTONIO, a merchant of Venice, BASSANIO, hisfriendj suitor likewise to Portia. SALANIO, SALAEINO, GEATIANO, f friends to Antonio and BassaniOm SALEEIO, S ] LOEENZO, in love with Jessica* SHYLOCK, a rich Jew. TUBAL, a Jezc^ his friend, LAUNCBLOT GOBBO, the clown, serifant to Shylock^ OLD GOBBO, father to Launcelot, LEONAEDO, servant to Bassanio, „ ' { servants to Portia. STEPHANO, ) PoETiA, a rich heiress. NEEISSA, her waiting-maid, JESSICA, daughter to Shylock. Magnliicoes of Venice, Officers of the Court of Jasttce, Gflolerf Servants, to Portia, and other Attendants. SCENE J Pwrtty at Venice^ and partly at Belmont, the seat of Portico on the Continent.

THE MERCHANT OF VENICB ACT FIRST. — SCENE J Venice ° A street. Enter ANTONIO," SALAEINO, AND SALANIO. Ant, In sooth, I know not why I am so sad s It® wearies me; you say it wearies yon; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it,° What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is bom, I am to learn; And such a want-wif* sadness makes of me, That I have much ado to know myself. Solar. Your mind is tossing on the ocean* f There, where your argosies° with portly sail, Like signiors° and rich burghers" on the floodc Or, as it were, the pageants'* of the sea^ Do overpeer the petty traffickers 8

THE MERCHANT OF VENICB<br />

ACT FIRST. — SCENE J<br />

<strong>Venice</strong> ° A street.<br />

Enter ANTONIO," SALAEINO, AND SALANIO.<br />

Ant, In sooth, I know not why I am so sad s<br />

It® wearies me; you say it wearies yon;<br />

But how I caught it, found it, or came by it,°<br />

What stuff 'tis made <strong>of</strong>, where<strong>of</strong> it is bom,<br />

I am to learn;<br />

And such a want-wif* sadness makes <strong>of</strong> me,<br />

That I have much ado to know myself.<br />

Solar. Your mind is tossing on the ocean* f<br />

There, where your argosies° with portly sail,<br />

Like signiors° and rich burghers" on the floodc<br />

Or, as it were, the pageants'* <strong>of</strong> the sea^<br />

Do overpeer the petty traffickers<br />

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