THE

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WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE,

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PERSONS REPRESENTED.

Duke of Venice.

Prince of Arragon,
ANTONIO, the Merchant of Venice,
BASSANIO, his friend.
SALANIO,

SALARINO, friends to Antonio and Bassanio.
GRATIANO,

LORENZO, in love with Jessica.

SHYLOCK, a Jew.

suitors to Portia.

TUBAL, a Jew, his friend.

LAUNCELOT GOBBO, a clown, servant to Shylock.
Old GOBBO, father to Launcelot.
SALERIO, a messenger from Venice.
LEONARDO, servant to Bassanio.
BALTHAZAR, servants to Portia.

PORTIA, a rich heiress.
NERISSA, her waiting-maid.
JESSICA, daughter to Shylock.

Magnificoes of Venice, Officers of the Court of Justice, Jailer, Servants, and other Attendants.

SCENE, partly at VENICE, and partly at BELMONT, the Seat of Portia, on the Continent.

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.

Salar. Your mind is tossing on the ocean;
There, where your argosies with portly sail,-
Like signiors and rich burghers of the flood,
Or, as it were the pageants of the sea,-
overpeer the petty traffickers,
That curt'sy to them, do them reverence,
As they fly by them with their woven wings.

Do

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;

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