Dramatic Works of Shakespeare (Volume 2); The Text of the First Edition by William.. details from bookadda

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1885 Excerpt: ...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? Sal. Not one my Lord. Besides, it should appeare, that if he had The present money to discharge the Jew, He would not take it: never did I know A creature that did beare the shape of man So keene and greedy to confound a man. He plyes the Duke at morning and at night, And doth impeach the freedome of the state If they deny him justice. Twenty Merchants, The Duke himselfe, and the Magnificoes Of greatest port have all perswaded with him, But none can drive him from the envious plea Of forfeiture, of justice, and his bond. Jessi. When I was with him, I have heard him sweare To Tuball and to Chus, his Countri-men, That he would rather have Anthonio's flesh, Then twenty times the value of the summe That he did owe him: and I know my Lord, If law, authoritie, and power denie not, It will goe hard with poore Anthonh. Por. Is it your deere friend that is thus in trouble? Bass. The deerest friend to me, the kindest man, The best condition'd, and unwearied spirit In doing curtesies: and one in whom The ancient Romane honour more appeares Then any that drawes breath in Italie. Por. What summe owes he the Jew? Bass. For me three thousand ducats. Por. What, no more? Pay him sixe thousand, and deface the bond: Double sixe thousand, and then treble that, Before a friend of this description Shall lose a haire through Bassano's fault. First goe with me to Church, and call me wife, And then away to Venice to your friend: For never shall you lie by Portias side With an unquiet soule. You shall have gold To pay the petty d...