The Merchant of Venice (The Jew of Venice) · chunk 14 of 39
Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1596 [1596-1598] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.81 · 465 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Who are you? tell me for more certainty, Albeit I'll swear that I do know your tongue. Lorenzo and thy love. Lorenzo certain, and my love indeed, for who love I so much? and now who knows but you Lorenzo whether I am yours? Heaven & thy thoughts are witness that thou art. here catch this casket, it is worth the pains, I am glad us night you do not look on me, for I am much ashamed of my exchange: But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The prerty follies that themselves commit, for if they could. Cupid himself would blush to see me thus transformed to a boy. Descend, for you must be my torchbearer. What, must I hold a candle to my shames, they in themselves goodsooth are too too light. Why, 'tis an office of discovery love, and I should be obscured. So are you sweet even in the lovely garnish of a boy, but come at once, for the close night doth play the runaway, and we are stayed for at Bassanios' feast. I will make fast the doors & gild myself with some more ducats, and be with you strait. Now by my hood a gentle, and no Iew. Beshrew me but I love her heartily, A coin that bears the figure of an Angel stamped in gold, but that's insculpt upon: But here an Angel in a golden bed lies all within. Deliver me the key: here do I choose, and thrive I as I may. There take it Prince, and if my form lie there then I am yours? O hell! what have we hear, a carrion death, within whose empty eye there is a written scroll, I'll read the writing. All that glisters is not gold, Often have you heard that told, Many a man his life hath sold But my outside to behold, Guilded timber do worms enfold: Had you been as wise as bold, Young in limbs, in judgement old, Your answer had not been inscrold, Fareyouwell, your suit is cold. Cold indeed and labour lost, Then farewell heat, and welcome frost: Portia adieu, I have too grieved a heart To take a tedious leave: thus losers part. A gentle riddance, draw the curtains, go, Let all of his complexion choose me so. Why man I saw Bassanio under sail, with him is Gratiano gone along; and in their ship I am sure Lorenzo is not. The villain Iew with outcries raised the Duke, who went with him to search Bassanio; ship. He came too late, the ship was vndersaile, But there the Duke was given to understand that in a Gondylo were seen together Lorenzo and his amorous Iessica. Besides, Anthonio certified the Duke they were not with Bassanio in his ship.
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Who are you? tell me for more certainty, Albeit Ile ſweare that I doe know your tongue. Lorenzo and thy loue. Lorenzo certaine, and my loue indeed, for who loue I ſo much? and now who knowes but you Lorenzo whether I am yours? Heauen & thy thoughts are witnes that thou art. Heere catch this casket, it is worth the paines, I am glad us night you doe not looke on me, for I am much aſhamde of my exchange: But loue is blinde, and louers cannot ſee The prerty follies that themſelues commit, for if they could. Cupid himſelfe would bluſh to ſee me thus tranſformed to a boy. Deſcend, for you muſt be my torch-bearer. What, muſt I hold a candle to my ſhames, they in themſelues goodſooth are too too light. Why, tis an office of diſcouery loue, and I ſhould be obſcurd. So are you ſweet euen in the louely garniſh of a boy, but come at once, for the cloſe night doth play the runaway, and we are ſtaid for at Baſſanios feaſt. I will make faſt the doores & guild my ſelfe with ſome mo ducats, and be with you ſtraight. Now by my hoode a gentle, and no Iew. Beſhrow me but I loue her hartilie, A coyne that beares the figure of an Angell ſtampt in gold, but thats inſculpt vpon: But heere an Angell in a golden bed lies all vvithin. Deliuer me the key: heere doe I chooſe, and thriue I as I may. There take it Prince, and if my forme lie there then I am yours? O hell! what haue wee heare, a carrion death, vvithin whoſe emptie eye there is a written ſcroule, Ile reade the writing. All that glisters is not gold, Often haue you heard that told, Many a man his life hath ſold But my outſide to behold, Guilded timber doe wormes infold: Had you beene as wiſe as bold, Young in limbs, in iudgement old, Your aunſwere had not beene inſcrold, Fareyouwell, your ſute is cold. Cold indeede and labour loſt, Then farewell heate, and welcome froſt: Portia adiew, I haue too greeu'd a hart To take a tedious leaue: thus looſers part. A gentle riddance, draw the curtaines, go, Let all of his complexion chooſe me ſo. Why man I ſaw Baſſanio vnder ſayle, vvith him is Gratiano gone along; and in theyr ſhip I am ſure Lorenzo is not. The villaine Iew with outcries raiſd the Duke, vvho went with him to ſearch Baſſanio; ſhip. He came too late, the ſhip was vnderſaile, But there the Duke was giuen to vnderſtand that in a Gondylo were ſeene together Lorenzo and his amorous Ieſſica. Beſides, Anthonio certified the Duke they were not with Baſſanio in his ſhip.