DUKE of Venice. PRINCE of Morocco. PRINCE of Arragon. ANTHONIO, the Merchant of Venice. BASSANIO, his Friend. + SOLANIO, SALARINO, GRATIANO, Friends to ANTHONIO and BASSANIO. ✓ LORENZO, in love with JESSICA. SHYLOCK, a Jew. TUBAL, a Jew. LAUNCELOT, a Clown, Servant to the Jew. GOBBO, Father to LAUNCELOT. SALERIO, a Meffenger from Venice. LEONARDO, Servant to BASSANIO. Senators of Venice, Officers, Jailer, Servants, and other SCENE-partly at Venice, and partly at Belmont, the Seat of Portia. + Solanio, It is not easy to determine the orthography of this name. In the old editions the owner of it is called,-Salanio, Salino, and Solanio; the laft is followed for the fake of diftinction. THIS PLAY, written in the year 1598, is founded on a story in the Pecorone of Ser Giovanni Fiorentino, a Novelift of the 14th Century; the Incidents of the Bond and Cafkets might be borrowed from an old translation of the Gefta Romanorum. MERCHANT O F VENICE. ACT I. SCENE I. A Street in Venice. Enter Anthonio, Salarino, and Solanio. Anth. In footh, I know not why I am so fad; And fuch a want-wit fadness makes of me, Sol. Your mind is toffing on the ocean; There, where your argofies with portly fail, Like figniors and rich burghers on the flood, argofies]-large fhips of Ragusa, whence other merchantmen of great burthen were fo called. Or as it were the pageants of the sea,- That curtly to them, do them reverence, Sol. My wind, cooling my broth, Would blow me to an ague, when I thought с And fee my wealthy Andrew dock'd in fand, d Vailing her high top lower than her ribs, To kifs her burial. Should I go to church, And fee the holy edifice of stone, And not bethink me straight of dangerous rocks Is fad to think upon his merchandize. Plucking the grass,]—to find out by its motion, when held up, the direction of the wind. Andrew]-a fhip's name. d Vailing her high top lower than her ribs, to kijs her burial.]— Bowing it beneath her fides, to meet her grave. Anth. Anth. Believe me, no: I thank my fortune for it, Nor to one place; nor is my whole estate Therefore, my merchandize makes me not fad. Anth. Fie, fie! Sala. Not in love neither? Then let's fay, you are sad, Because you are not merry: and 'twere as eafy For you, to laugh, and leap, and fay, you are merry, That they'll not show their teeth in way of fmile, Enter Baffanio, Lorenzo, and Gratiano. Sol. Here comes Baffanio, your most noble kinfman, Gratiano, and Lorenzo: Fare you well; We leave you now with better company. Sala. I would have staid till I had made you merry, Anth. Your worth is very dear in my regard. Sol. Good morrow, my good lords. Baff. Good figniors both, when shall we laugh? fay, when? You grow exceeding ftrange; Muft it be fo? Sol. We'll make our leifures to attend on yours. [Exeunt Sol, and Sala. We Lor. My lord Baffanio, fince you have found Anthonio, G 3 |