The Merchant of Venice (The Jew of Venice) · chunk 17 of 43
Shakespeare, William · published 1619 · first performed or written 1596 [1596-1598] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 485 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
May not extend so far as to the Lady; And yet to be afeard of my deserving, Were but a weak disabling of myself. As much as I deserve, why that's the Lady, I do in birth deserve her, and in fortunes, In graces, and in qualities of breeding: But more than these, in love I do deserve. What if I strayed no farther, but chose here? Let's see once more this saying graved in gold: Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men desire: Why that's the Lady, all the world desires her. From the four corners of the earth they come To kiss this shrine, this mortal breathing Saint. The Hircanion deserts, and the vasty wilds Of wide Arabia, are as through-fares now For Princes to come view fair Portia. The watery kingdom, whose ambitious head Spits in the face of heaven, is no bar To stop the foreign spirits, but they come As o'er a brook to see fair Portia. One of these three contains her heavenly picture. It's like that lead contains her, 'twere damnation To think so base a thought, it were too gross To rib her sere-cloth in the obscure grave, Or shall I think in silver she's immured, Being ten times vnder-valewed to tried gold, O sinful thought, never so rich a gem Was set in worse than gold. They have in England 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: Hear 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 here, 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 out side 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 inscrolde, Far you well, 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'm sure Lorenzo is not. The villain Jew with outcries raised the Duke, Who went with him to search Bassanios ship. He came too late, the ship was under sail, But there the Duke was given to understand, That in a Gondylo were seen together Lorenza and his armorous Jessica. Besides Anthonio certified the Duke, They were not with Bassanio in his ship.
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May not extend ſo farre as to the Lady; And yet to be afeard of my deſeruing, Were but a weake diſabling of my ſelfe. As much as I deſerue, why that's the Lady, I do in birth deſerue her, and in fortunes, In graces, and in qualities of breeding: But more then theſe, in loue I do deſerue. What if I ſtraid no farther, but choſe here? Let's ſee once more this ſaying grau'd in gold: Who chooſeth me, ſhall gaine what many men deſire: Why that's the Lady, all the world deſires her. From the foure corners of the earth they come To kiſſe this ſhrine, this mortall breathing Saint. The Hircanion deſerts, and the vaſty wildes Of wide Arabia, are as through-fares now For Princes to come view faire Portia. The watry Kingdome, whoſe ambitious head Spets in the face of heauen, is no barre To ſtop the forraine ſpirits, but they come As ore a brooke to ſee faire Portia. One of theſe three containes her heauenly picture. It's like that leade containes her, t'were damnation To thinke ſo baſe a thought, it were too groſſe To rib her ſere-cloth in the obſcure graue, Or ſhall I thinke in ſiluer ſhee's immur'd, Being ten times vnder-valewed to tride gold, O ſinfull thought, neuer ſo rich a Iem Was ſet in worſe then gold. They haue in England A coyne that beares the figure of an Angell Stampt in gold, but that's inſculpt vpon: But heere an Angell in a golden bed Lies all within. Deliuer me the key: Heere do 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 we heere, a carrion death? Within whoſe empty 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 ſolde, But my out ſide to behold, Guilded timber do wormes infold: Had you bene as wiſe as bold, Young in limbes, in iudgement old, Your anſwere had not beene inſcrolde, Fare you well, your ſute is cold. Cold indeed, and labour loſt, Then farwell heate, and welcome froſt: Portia adiew, I haue too greeu'd a heart To take a tedious leaue; thus loſers part. A gentle riddance, draw the curtaines, goe, Let all of his complection chooſe me ſo. Why man, I ſaw Baſſanio vnder ſayle, With him is Gratiano gone along; And in their ſhip lme ſure Lorenzo is not. The villaine Iew with outcries raiſde the Duke, Who went with him to ſearch Baſſanios ſhip. He came too late, the ſhip was vnder ſaile, But there the Duke was giuen to vnderſtand, That in a Gondylo were ſeene together Lorenza and his armorous Ieſſica. Beſides Anthonio certified the Duke, They were not with Baſſanio in his ſhip.