SHAKSPERE'S WORKS. 



SPECIMEN OF TYPE. 



4 THE MERCHANT OF VENICE ACT i 



Salar. 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 shallows and of flats, 

 And see my wealthy Andrew, dock'd in sand, 

 Vailing her high-top lower than her ribs 

 To kiss her burial. Should I go to church 

 And see the holy edifice of stone, 

 And not bethink me straight of dangerous rocks, 

 Which touching but my gentle vessel's side, 

 Would scatter all her spices on the stream, 

 Enrobe the roaring waters with my silks, 

 And, in a word, but even now worth this, 

 And now worth nothing ? Shall -I have the thought 

 To think on this, and shall I lack the thought 

 That such a thing bechanc'd would make me sad ? 

 But tell not me : I know Antonio 

 Is sad to think upon his merchandise. 



Ant. Believe me, no : I thank my fortune for it, 

 My ventures are not in one bottom trusted, 

 Nor to one place ; nor is my whole estate 

 Upon the fortune of this present year : 

 Therefore my merchandise makes me not sad. 



Salar. Why, then you are in love. 



Ant. Fie, fie ! 



Salar. Not in love neither ? Then let us say you 



are sad, 



Because you are not merry ; and 'twere as easy 

 For you to laugh, and leap, and say you are merry, 

 Because you are not sad. Now, by two-headed 



Janus, 



Nature hath fram'd strange fellows in her time : 

 Some that will evermore peep through their eyes 

 And laugh like parrots at a bag-piper ; 

 And other of such vinegar aspect 



LONDON : IKEGAN .PAUL, TRENCH & Co., i, PATERNOSTER SQUARE, 



