DRAMATIS PERSONE. DUKE of Venice. Morochius, a Moorish Prince, Prince of Arragon, Anthonio, the Merchant of Venice. Baffanio, bis Friend, in love with Portia. Salanio, Suiters to Portia. Solarino, Friends to Anthonio and Baffanio. Gratiano, Lorenzo, in love with Jeffica, Shylock, a Jew. Tubal, a Jew, bis Friend. Launcelot, a Clown, Servant to the Jew. Gobbo, an old Man, Father to Launcelot. Leonardo, Servant to Baffanio. Balthazar, Servant to Portia. Portia, an Heirefs of great Quality and Fortune. Neriffa, Confident to Portia. Jeffica, Daughter to Shylock. Senators of Venice, Officers, Servants to Portia, and other Attendants. SCENE partly at Venice, and partly at Belmont, the \Seat of Portia upon the Continent. THE THE MERCHANT of VENICE. ACTI. SCENE I Enter Anthonio, Solarino, and Salanio. ANTHONI O. N footh I know not why I am fo fad: And fuch a want-wit fadnefs makes of me, Sal. Your mind is toffing on the ocean. affections would That curtfie to them, do them reverence, of my Prying 1 venture Prying in maps for ports, and peers, and roads; Sal. My wind cooling my broth Would blow me to an ague, when I thought 2 And not bethink me ftrait of dang'rous rocks? Is fad to think upon his merchandize. Anth. Believe me, no: I thank my fortune for it, My ventures are not in one bottom trusted, Nor to one place; nor is my whole estate Upon the fortune of this present year: 3 Anth. 'Fie, fie, away!` Sola. Not in love neither! then let's fay you're fad, Because you are not merry; 'twere as easy For you to laugh and leap, and fay you're merry, And And others of fuch vinegar afpect, That they'll not fhow their teeth in way of fmile, Enter Baffanio, Lorenzo and Gratiano. Sal. Here comes Baffanio your moft noble kinfman, Gratiano and Lorenzo: fare ye well; We leave you now with better company. Sola. I would have ftaid 'till I had made you merry, If worthier friends had not prevented me. Anth. Your worth is very dear in my regard: [when? Baff. Good Signiors both, when fhall we laugh? fay You grow exceeding ftrange; muft it be fo? Sal. We'll make our leifures to attend on yours. We two will leave you; but at dinner-time, I pray you have in mind where we must meet. Baff. I will not fail you. [Exeunt Solar, and Sala, Anth. I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano, Gra. Let me play the fool With mirth and laughter; 'fo let wrinkles come, Sleep when he wakes, and creep into the jaundice A 4 There |