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The Plays of William Shakspeare (3); Merchant of Venice. as You Like It. All's Well That Ends Well. Taming of the Shrew. Winter's Tale
The Plays of William Shakspeare Merchant of Venice as You Like It All's Well That Ends Well Taming of the Shrew Winter's Tale - 3 Author:William Shakespeare Volume: 3 General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1811 Original Publisher: J. Nichols Subjects: Drama / Shakespeare Literary Criticism / Shakespeare Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition ... more »of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: MERCHANT OF VENICE. ACT I. SCENE I. Venice. A Street, Enter Antonio, Salarino, and Salanio, Ant. In sooth, I know not why I am so sad; It wearies me; you sav, it wearies you; But how I caught it, round 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. Salar. Your mind is tossing on the ocean ; There, where your argosies1 with portly sail, -- Like signiors and rich burghers of the flood, Or, as it were, the pageants of the sea, -- - Do overpeer the petty traffickers, That curt'sy to them, do them reverence, As they fly by them with their woven wings, 1 - -- -- argosies -- ] A name given in our author's time to ships of great burthen, probably galleon?, such as the Spaniards now use in their West India trade. Johnson. In Hicaut's Maxims of Turkish Polity, ch. xiv. it is said " Those vast carracks called argosies, which are so much famed for the vastness of their burthen and bulk, were corruptly so denominated from Ragosies," i. e. ships of Kagusa, a city and territory on the gulf of Venice, tributary to the Porte. VOL. III. D Salan. 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,2 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. Sal...« less