The Merchant of Venice (The Jew of Venice) · chunk 17 of 39
Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1596 [1596-1598] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Madame, there is a-lighted at your gate A young Venetian, one that comes before To signify th'approaching of his Lord, From whom he bringeth sensible regreets; To wit, (besides commends and courteous breath) Gifts of rich valiew; yet I have not seen So likely an Ambassador of love. A day in April never came so sweet To show how costly Summer was at hand, As this fore-spurrer comes before his Lord. No more I pray thee, I am half a-feard Thou wilt say anon he is some kin to thee, Thou spendst such high day wit in praising him: Come come Nerryssa, for I long to see Quick Cupid's Post that comes so mannerly. Bessanio Lord, love if thy will it be. Now what news on the Rialto? Why yet it lives there unchecked, that Anthonio hath a ship of rich lading wracked on the narrow Seas; the Goodwins I think they call the place, a very dangerous flat, and fatal, where the carcases of many a tall ship lie buried, as they say, if my gossip report be an honest woman of her word. I would she were as lying a gossip in that, as ever knapped Ginger, or made her neighbours believe she wept for the death of a third husband: but it is true, without any slips of prolixity, or crossing the plain high way of talk, that the good Anthonio, the honest Anthonio; o that I had a title good enough to keep his name company. Come, the full stop. Ha, what sayest thou, why the end is, he hath lost a ship. I would it might prove the end of his losses. Let me say amen betimes, lest the devil cross my prayer, for here he comes in the likeness of a Iewe. How now Shylocke, what news among the Merchants? You knew, none so well, none so well as you, of my daughter's flight. That's certain, I for my part knew the Tailor that made the wings she flew withal. And Shylocke for his own part knew the bird was flidge, and then it is the complexion of them all to leave the dam. She is damned for it. That's certain, if the devil may be her judge. My own flesh and blood to rebel. Out upon it old carrion, rebels it at these years. I say my daughter is my flesh and my blood. There is more difference between thy flesh and hers, then between jet and juori, more between your bloods, than there is between red wine and rhenish: but tell us, do you hear whether Anthonio have had any loss at sea or no? There I have another bad match, a bankrupt, a prodigal, who dare scarce show his head on the Rialto, a beggar that was used to come so smug upon the Mart: let him look to his bond, he was wont to call me usurer, let him look to his bond, he was wont to lend money for a Christian curtsy, let him look to his bond.
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Madame, there is a-lighted at your gate A young Venetian, one that comes before To ſignifie th'approaching of his Lord, From whom he bringeth ſenſible regreets; To wit, (beſides commends and curtious breath) Gifts of rich valiew; yet I haue not ſeene So likely an Embaſſador of loue. A day in Aprill neuer came ſo ſweete To ſhow how coſtly Sommer was at hand, As this fore-ſpurrer comes before his Lord. No more I pray thee, I am halfe a-feard Thou wilt ſay anone he is ſome kin to thee, Thou ſpendſt ſuch high day wit in prayſing him: Come come Nerryſſa, for I long to ſee Quick Cupids Poſt that comes ſo mannerly. Beſſanio Lord, loue if thy will it be. Now what newes on the Ryalto? Why yet it liues there vncheckt, that Anthonio hath a ſhip of rich lading wrackt on the narrow Seas; the Goodwins I thinke they call the place, a very dangerous flat, and fatall, where the carcaſſes of many a tall ſhip lie buried, as they ſay, if my goſſip report be an honeſt woman of her word. I would ſhe were as lying a goſſip in that, as euer knapt Ginger, or made her neighbours beleeue ſhe wept for the death of a third husband: but it is true, without any ſlips of prolixity, or croſſing the plaine high way of talke, that the good Anthonio, the honeſt Anthonio; ô that I had a tytle good enough to keepe his name company. Come, the full ſtop. Ha, what ſayeſt thou, why the end is, he hath loſt a ſhip. I would it might proue the end of his loſſes. Let me ſay amen betimes, leaſt the deuil croſſe my praier, for heere he comes in the likenes of a Iewe. How now Shylocke, what newes among the Merchants? You knew, none ſo well, none ſo well as you, of my daughters flight. Thats certaine, I for my part knew the Taylor that made the wings ſhe flew withall. And Shylocke for his own part knew the bird was flidge, and then it is the complexion of them all to leaue the dam. She is damnd for it. Thats certaine, if the deuill may be her Iudge. My owne fleſh and blood to rebell. Out vpon it old carrion, rebels it at theſe yeeres. I ſay my daughter is my fleſh and my blood. There is more difference betweene thy fleſh and hers, then betweene Iet and Iuori, more betweene your bloods, then there is betweene red vvine and renniſh: but tell vs, doe you heare whether Anthonio haue had any loſſe at ſea or no? There I haue another bad match, a bankrout, a prodigall, who dare ſcarce ſhewe his head on the Ryalto, a begger that was vſd to come ſo ſmug vpon the Mart: let him looke to his bond, he was wont to call me vſurer, let him looke to his bond, hee was wont to lende money for a Chriſtian curſie, let him looke to his bond.