The Merchant of Venice (The Jew of Venice) · chunk 20 of 43
Shakespeare, William · published 1619 · first performed or written 1596 [1596-1598] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 507 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Madam, 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 value; 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 afeared Thou wilt say anon he is some kin to thee, Thou spendst such high day wit in praising him: Come, come Nerrissa, for I long to see Quick Cupid's post that comes so mannerly. Bassanio 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, & fatal, where the carcases of many a tall ship lie buried, as they say, if my gossips report be an honest woman of her word. I would she were as a lying 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 highway 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 sayst 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, least the deuill crosse my prayer, for heere he comes in the likenesse of a lew. How now Shylocke, what news among the merchants? You know, 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 fledged, 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 blood. There is more difference between thy flesh and hers, then between jet and ivory: more between your bloods, than there is between red wine & Rhenish: but tell us, do you hear, whether Anthonio have had at loss a 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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Madam, there is a-lighted at your gate A yong Venetian, one that comes before To ſignifie th'approching of his Lord, From whom he bringeth ſenſible regreets; To wit (beſides commends and courteous breath) Gifts of rich valew; yet I haue not ſeene So likely an Embaſſador of loue. A day in Aprill neuer came ſo ſweet, To ſhew how coſtly Summer was at hand, As this fore-ſpurrer comes before his Lord. No more I pray thee, I am halfe a-fear'd Thou wilt ſay anon he is ſome kin to thee, Thou ſpendſt ſuch high day wit in praiſing him: Come, come Nerriſſa, for I long to ſee Quicke Cupids poſt that comes ſo mannerly. Baſſanio 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 narrowe ſeas; the Goodwins I thinke they call the place, a very dangerous flat, & fatal, wher the carkaſſes of many a tall ſhippe lie buried, as they ſay, if my goſſips report be an honeſt woman of her word. I would ſhee were as a lying goſſippe in that, as euer knapt Ginger, or made her neighbors beleeue ſhe wept for the death of a third husband: but it is true, without any ſlippes of prolixity, or croſſing the plaine highway of talk, that the good Anthonio, the honeſt Anthonio, O that I had a title good inough to keepe his name company. Come, the full ſtop. Ha, what ſaiſt 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 deuill croſſe my prayer, for heere he comes in the likeneſſe of a lew. How now Shylocke, what newes among the Marchants? You know, none ſo well, none ſo well as you, Of my daughters flight. That's certaine, I for my part knew the Taylor That made the wings ſhe flew withall. And Shylocke for his owne part knew the Birde was fledg'd, and then it is the complexion of them all to leaue the Dam. She is damn'd for it. That's certaine, if the diuell may be her iudge. My owne fleſh and blood to rebell. Out vpon it old carrion, rebels it at theſe yeares. I ſay my daughter is my fleſh and blood. There is more difference betweene thy fleſh and hirs, then betweene Iet and Iuory: more between your bloods, then there is between red wine & renniſh: but tell vs, do you heare, whether Anthonio haue had at loſſe a ſea or no? There I haue another bad match, a bankrout, a prodigal, who dare ſcarſe ſhew 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; he was wont to lend money for a Chriſtian curtſie, let him looke to his bond.