Printed for C. BATHURST, W. STRAHAN, J. F. and C. R1- MDCCLXXXIII. ! Senators of Venice, Officers, Goaler, Servants, and other Attendants. SCENE, partly at Venice, and partly at Belmont, the Seat of Portia. KONINKLIJKE MEEK THE MERCHANT OF VENICE. The Reader is defired to obferve, that the Paffages omitted in the Reprefentation at the Theatre are here preserved, and marked with inverted Commas; as at Line 32 to 35 in Page 5. I ACT I. SCENE, A Street in Venice, Anthonio. N footh, I know not why I am so fad : It wearies me; you fay, it wearies you; And fuch a want-wit fadnefs makes of me, Sal. Your mind is toffing on the ocean; That curtly to them, do them reverence, As they fly by them with their woven wings. Sola. Believe me, Sir, had I fuch venture forth, The better part of my affections would Sal. My wind, cooling my broth, A 2 But Put I fhould think of fhallows, and of flats; And not bethink me ftrait of dangerous 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 prefent year : Therefore, my merchandize makes me not fad. Anth. Fie, fie! Sola. Not in love neither? Then let's fay, you are fad, That they'll not flow their teeth in way of smile, Enter Baffanio, Lorenzo, and Gratiano. Sal. Here comes Baffanio, your most noble kinsman, Gratiano and Lorenzo. Fare you well: We leave you now with better company. Sola. I would have staid till I had made you merry, If worthier friends had not prevented me. Anth. Your worth is very dear in my regard. I take it, your own bufinefs calls on you, Ba. Good Signiors both, when fiall we laugh? fay, when? You You grow exceeding ftrange: muft it be fo? Sela. My lord Baffanio, fince you have found Anthonie, We two will leave you; but, at dinner-time, I pray you have in mind, where we must meet. Auth. I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; Gra. Let me play the Fool: With mirth and laughter, let old wrinkles come ; Than my heart cool with mortifying groans.. Sleep when he wakes, and creep into the jaundice For faving nothing; who, I am very fure, • If they thould speak, would almoft damn thofe ears, Which, hearing them, would call their brothers fools.' I'll tell thee more of this another time: But fish not with this melancholy bait, For this fool's gudgeon, this opinion. Come, good Lorenzo: Fare ye well, a while; I'll end my exhortation after dinner. Lor. Well, we will leave you then till dinner time. I must be one of these fame dumb wife men, For Gratiano never lets me speak. Gra. Well, keep me company but two years more, Thou shalt not know the found of thine own tongue. A 3 Anth |