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Work The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets are treated as single work with 154 parts.

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1

Merchant of Venice
[I, 1]

Salanio

61

Here comes Bassanio, your most noble kinsman,
Gratiano and Lorenzo. Fare ye well:
We leave you now with better company.

2

Merchant of Venice
[I, 1]

Bassanio

70

Good signiors both, when shall we laugh? say, when?
You grow exceeding strange: must it be so?

3

Merchant of Venice
[I, 1]

Lorenzo

74

My Lord Bassanio, since you have found Antonio,
We two will leave you: but at dinner-time,
I pray you, have in mind where we must meet.

4

Merchant of Venice
[I, 1]

Lorenzo

111

Well, we will leave you then till dinner-time:
I must be one of these same dumb wise men,
For Gratiano never lets me speak.

5

Merchant of Venice
[I, 2]

Portia

316

If I could bid the fifth welcome with so good a
heart as I can bid the other four farewell, I should
be glad of his approach: if he have the condition
of a saint and the complexion of a devil, I had
rather he should shrive me than wive me. Come,
Nerissa. Sirrah, go before.
Whiles we shut the gates
upon one wooer, another knocks at the door.

6

Merchant of Venice
[I, 3]

Antonio

432

Well, Shylock, shall we be beholding to you?

7

Merchant of Venice
[I, 3]

Shylock

433

Signior Antonio, many a time and oft
In the Rialto you have rated me
About my moneys and my usances:
Still have I borne it with a patient shrug,
For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.
You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog,
And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine,
And all for use of that which is mine own.
Well then, it now appears you need my help:
Go to, then; you come to me, and you say
'Shylock, we would have moneys:' you say so;
You, that did void your rheum upon my beard
And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur
Over your threshold: moneys is your suit
What should I say to you? Should I not say
'Hath a dog money? is it possible
A cur can lend three thousand ducats?' Or
Shall I bend low and in a bondman's key,
With bated breath and whispering humbleness, Say this;
'Fair sir, you spit on me on Wednesday last;
You spurn'd me such a day; another time
You call'd me dog; and for these courtesies
I'll lend you thus much moneys'?

8

Merchant of Venice
[II, 2]

Launcelot Gobbo

619

Well, let his father be what a' will, we talk of
young Master Launcelot.

9

Merchant of Venice
[II, 2]

Bassanio

764

Well, we shall see your bearing.

10

Merchant of Venice
[II, 2]

Gratiano

765

Nay, but I bar to-night: you shall not gauge me
By what we do to-night.

11

Merchant of Venice
[II, 2]

Bassanio

767

No, that were pity:
I would entreat you rather to put on
Your boldest suit of mirth, for we have friends
That purpose merriment. But fare you well:
I have some business.

12

Merchant of Venice
[II, 2]

Gratiano

772

And I must to Lorenzo and the rest:
But we will visit you at supper-time.

13

Merchant of Venice
[II, 4]

Lorenzo

800

Nay, we will slink away in supper-time,
Disguise us at my lodging and return,
All in an hour.

14

Merchant of Venice
[II, 4]

Gratiano

803

We have not made good preparation.

15

Merchant of Venice
[II, 4]

Salarino

804

We have not spoke us yet of torchbearers.

16

Merchant of Venice
[II, 4]

Lorenzo

807

'Tis now but four o'clock: we have two hours
To furnish us.
[Enter LAUNCELOT, with a letter]
Friend Launcelot, what's the news?

17

Merchant of Venice
[II, 4]

Salarino

831

'Tis good we do so.

18

Merchant of Venice
[II, 6]

Lorenzo

956

So are you, sweet,
Even in the lovely garnish of a boy.
But come at once;
For the close night doth play the runaway,
And we are stay'd for at Bassanio's feast.

19

Merchant of Venice
[II, 7]

Prince of Morocco

1050

O hell! what have we here?
A carrion Death, within whose empty eye
There is a written scroll! I'll read the writing.
[Reads]
All that glitters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told:
Many a man his life hath sold
But my outside to behold:
Gilded tombs do worms enfold.
Had you been as wise as bold,
Young in limbs, in judgment old,
Your answer had not been inscroll'd:
Fare you well; your suit is cold.
Cold, indeed; and labour lost:
Then, farewell, heat, and welcome, frost!
Portia, adieu. I have too grieved a heart
To take a tedious leave: thus losers part.

20

Merchant of Venice
[II, 8]

Salarino

1126

Do we so.