The Merchant of Venice (The Jew of Venice) · chunk 26 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 · 478 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.
Nerrissa, cheer you stranger, bid her welcome, Your hand Salerio, what's the news from Venice? How doth that royal Merchant, good Anthonio? I know he will be glad of our success, We are the Iasons, we have won the fleece. I would you had won the fleece that he hath lost. There are some shrewd contents in yond same paper, That steals the colour from Bassanios cheek, Some dear friend dead, else nothing in the world Can turn so much the constitution Of any constant man: what worse and worse? With leave Bassanio, I am half yourself, And I must freely have the half of any thing That this same paper brings you. O sweet Portia, Hear are a few of the unpleasantst words That ever blotted paper. Gentle Lady, When I did first impart my love to you, I freely told you all the wealth I had Ran in my veins, I was a Gentleman, And then I told you true: and yet dear Lady, Rating myself at nothing, you shall see How much I was a Braggart, when I told you My state was nothing, I should then have told you That I was worse than nothing; for indeed I have engaged myself to a dear friend, Engaged my friend to his mere enemy To feed my means. Here's a Letter Lady, The paper as the body of my friend, And every word in it a gaping wound, Issuing life blood. But is it true Salerio? Hath all his ventures failed? what, not one hit, From Tripoli, from Mexico, and England, From Lisbon, Barbary, and India, And not one vessel scape the dreadful touch Of Merchant-marring rocks? Not one my Lord. Besides, it should appear, that if he had The present money to discharge the Jew, He would not take it: never did I know A creature that did bear the shape of man, So keen and greedy to confound a man. He plies the Duke at morning and at night, And doth impeach the freedom of the state If they deny him justice. Twenty Merchants, The Duke himself, and the Magnificoes Of greatest port have all persuaded with him, But none can drive him from the envious plea Of forfeiture, of justice, and his bond. When I was with him, I have heard him swear To Tubal and to Chus, his countrymen, That he would rather have Antonio's flesh, Then twenty times the value of the sum That he did owe him: and I know my Lord, If law, authority, and power deny not, It will go hard with poor Anthonio. Is it your dear friend that is thus in trouble? The dearest friend to me, the kindest man, The best conditioned and unwearied spirit In doing courtesies: and one in whom The ancient Roman honour more appears, Then any that draws breath in Italy.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Nerriſſa, cheere you ſtranger, bid her welcome, Your hand Salerio, what's the newes from Venice? How doth that royall Merchant, good Anthonio? I know he will be glad of our ſucceſſe, We are the Iaſons, we haue won the fleece. I would you had won the fleece that he hath loſt. There are ſome ſhrewd contents in yon ſame paper, That ſteales the colour from Baſſanios cheeke, Some deare friend dead, elſe nothing in the world Could turne ſo much the conſtitution Of any conſtant man: what worſe and worſe? With leaue Baſſanio, I am halfe your ſelfe, And I muſt freely haue the halfe of any thing That this ſame paper brings you. O ſweete Portia, Heere are a few of the vnpleaſantſt words That euer blotted paper. Gentle Lady, When I did firſt impart my loue to you, I freely told you all the wealth I had Ran in my veines, I was a Gentleman, And then I told you true: and yet deere Lady, Rating my ſelfe at nothing, you ſhall ſee How much I was a Braggart, when I told you My ſtate was nothing, I ſhould then haue told you That I was worſe then nothing; for indeed I haue ingag'd my ſelfe to a deere friend, Ingag'd my friend to his meere enemy To feed my meanes. Heer's a Letter Lady, The paper as the body of my friend, And euery word in it a gaping wound, Iſſuing life blood. But is it true Salerio? Hath all his ventures faild? what, not one hit, From Tripolis, from Mexico, and England, From Lisbon, Barbary, and India, And not one veſſell ſcape the dreadfull touch Of Merchant-marring rocks? Not one my Lord. Beſides, it ſhould appeare, that if he had The preſent money to diſcharge the Iew, He would not take it: neuer did I know A creature that did beare the ſhape of man, So keene and greedy to confound a man. He plies the Duke at morning and at night, And doth impeach the freedome of the ſtate If they deny him iuſtice. Twenty Merchants, The Duke himſelfe, and the Magnificoes Of greateſt port haue all perſwaded with him, But none can driue him from the enuious plea Of forfeyture, of iuſtice, and his bond. When I was with him, I haue heard him ſweare To Tuball and to Chus, his Country-men, That he would rather haue Anthonios fleſh, Then twenty times the value of the ſumme That he did owe him: and I know my Lord, If law, authority, and power deny not, It will go hard with poore Anthonio. Is it your deare friend that is thus in trouble? The deereſt friend to me, the kindeſt man, The beſt condition'd and vnwearied ſpirit In doing courteſies: and one in whom The ancient Romane honour more appeares, Then any that drawes breath in Italy.