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文档介绍:THE MERCHANT OF VENICE
THE MERCHANT OF
VENICE
William Shakespeare
1597
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THE MERCHANT OF VENICE
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
THE DUKE OF VENICE THE PRINCE OF O, suitor to
Portia THE PRINCE OF ARRAGON, " " " ANTONIO, a merchant of
Venice BASSANIO, his friend, suitor to Portia SOLANIO, friend to
Antonio and Bassanio SALERIO, " " " " " GRATIANO, " " " " "
LORENZO, in love with Jessica SHYLOCK, a rich Jew TUBAL, a Jew,
his friend LAUNCELOT GOBBO, a clown, servant to Shylock OLD
GOBBO, father to Launcelot LEONARDO, servant to Bassanio
BALTHASAR, servant to Portia STEPHANO, " " "
PORTIA, a rich heiress NERISSA, her waiting-maid JESSICA,
daughter to Shylock
Magnificoes of Venice, Officers of the Court of Justice, Gaoler,
Servants, and other Attendants

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THE MERCHANT OF VENICE
ACT I.
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THE MERCHANT OF VENICE
SCENE I. Venice. A street
Enter ANTONIO, SALERIO, and SOLANIO
ANTONIO. In sooth, I know not why I am so sad. It wearies me; you
say it wearies you; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff
'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn; And such a want-wit sadness
makes of me That I have much ado to know myself. SALERIO. Your mind
is tossing on the ocean; There where your argosies, with portly sail- Like
signiors and rich burghers on the flood, Or 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 wings. SOLANIO.
Believe me, sir, had I such venture forth, The better part of my affections
would Be with my hopes abroad. I should be still Plucking the grass to
know where sits the wind, Peering in maps for ports, and piers, and roads;
And every object that might make me fear Misfortune to my ventures, out
of doubt, Would make me sad. SALERIO. My wind, cooling my broth,
Would blow me to an ague when I thought What harm a wind too great
might do at sea. I should not see the sandy hour-glass run But I should
think of