LAUNCELOT GOBBO, the clown, servant to Shylock. OLD GOBBO, father to Launcelot. LEONARDO, servant to Bassanio. Magnificoes of Venice, Officers of the Court of Justice, Gaoler, SCENES Partly at Venice, and partly at Belmont, the seat of Portia, on the Continent. 1 DRAMATIS PERSONA] First given in Q3. See note (1). 2 THE...... MOROCCO] Morochus, a Prince. Q3 Q4. Morochius, a Moorish Prince. Rowe. Q4. 3 SALERIO] See note (1x). BALTHASAR] Theobald. om. Q3 5 SCENE...] Rowe. THE MERCHANT OF VENICE. ACT I. SCENE I Venice. A street. Enter ANTONIO, SALARINO, and SALANIO. Ant. In sooth, I know not why I am so sad: But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, And T a want-wit sadness makes of me, have much ado to know myself. That curt'sy to them, do them reverence, As they fly by them with their woven wings. Salan. Believe me, sir, had I such venture forth, 15 The better part of my affections would Be with my hopes abroad. I should be still Enter... Salanio] See note (1). 5, 6. So printed in Q3 Q4: as one line in Q, Q2 Ff. 10. on] of Steevens (Capell conj.). 13. curt'sy] cursie Q1 Q2 19. Peering] Piering Q. Piring Q2 Prying Q3 Q4• 20 Misfortune to my ventures, out of doubt Would make me sad. Salar. My wind, cooling my broth, 25 To kiss her burial. Should I go to church 30 And not bethink me straight of dangerous rocks, Which touching but my gentle vessel's side, Would scatter all her spices on the stream; Enrobe the roaring waters with my silks; 35 And now worth nothing? Shall I have the thought Is sad to think upon his merchandise. Ant. Believe me, no: I thank my fortune for it, My ventures are not in one bottom trusted, Upon the fortune of this present year: Therefore my merchandise makes me not sad. Fie, fie! Salar. Not in love neither? Then let us say you are sad, Because you are not merry: and 'twere as easy For you to laugh, and leap, and say you are merry, Because you are not sad. Now, by two-headed Janus, 40 45 50 Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time: That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile, Enter BASSANIO, LORENZO, and GRATIANO. Salan. Here comes Bassanio, your most noble kinsman, Gratiano, and Lorenzo. Fare ye well: We leave you now with better company. 535 Salar. I would have stay'd till I had made you merry, 60 If worthier friends had not prevented me. Ant. Your worth is very dear in my regard. I take it, your own business calls on you, Salar. Good morrow, my good lords. Bass. Good signiors both, when shall we laugh? say, when? You grow exceeding strange: must it be so? 65 Salar. We'll make our leisures to attend on yours. [Exeunt Salarino and Salanio. Lor. My Lord Bassanio, since you have found Antonio, We two will leave you: but, at dinner-time, 70 I pray you, have in mind where we must meet. Gra. You look not well, Signior Antonio; You have too much respect upon the world: They lose it that do buy it with much care: Believe me, you are marvellously changed. Ant. I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage, where every man must play a part, 75 |