An art edition of Shakespeare, classified as comedies, tragedies, histories and sonnets, each part arranged in chronological order, including also a list of familiar quotations . ing on the ocean;There, where your argosies with portly signiors and rich burghers on the , as it were, the pageants of the sea. Do overpeer the petty traffickers. That curtsy to them, do them reverence, As they fly by them with their woven Believe me, sir, had I such venture forth,The better part of my affections wouldBe with my hopes abroad. I should be stillPlucking the grass, to know
An art edition of Shakespeare, classified as comedies, tragedies, histories and sonnets, each part arranged in chronological order, including also a list of familiar quotations . ing on the ocean;There, where your argosies with portly signiors and rich burghers on the , as it were, the pageants of the sea. Do overpeer the petty traffickers. That curtsy to them, do them reverence, As they fly by them with their woven Believe me, sir, had I such venture forth,The better part of my affections wouldBe with my hopes abroad. I should be stillPlucking the grass, to know where sits the in maps for ports and piers and roads;And every object that might make me fearMisfortune to my ventures, out of doubtWould make me sad. Salar, My wind cooling my broth Would blow me to an ague, when I thoughtWhat harm a wind too great at sea might do. 137 Act I. THE MERCHANT OF VENICE. Scene I. I should not see the sandy hour-glass run. Which touching but my gentle vessels But I should think of shallows and of see my wealthy Andrew dockd insand, side,Would scatter all her spices on the the roaring waters with my silks,.. Vailing her high-top lower than her ribsTo kiss her burial. Should I go to churchAnd see the holy edifice of not bethink me straight of danger-ous rocks. 128 And, in a word, but even now worth this,And now worth nothing ? Shall I have the thoiightTo think on this, and shall I lack the thought Act I. THE MERCHANT OF VENICE. Scene I. That such a thing bechanced would make me sad ?But tell not me; I know, AntonioIs sad to think upon his Believe me, no: I thank my for-tune for ventures are not in one bottom to one place; nor is my whole estateUpon the fortune of this present year:Therefore my merchandise makes me Why, then you are in Fie, fie! Solar. Not in love neither ? Then letus say you are sad,Because you are not merry: and twere as easyFor
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