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Merchant of Venice

INDIA IAMMANCINI

Created on May 20, 2023

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MERCHANT OF VENICE

"TELL ME WHERE IS FANCY BRED, OR IN THE HEART, OR IN THE HEAD?"

William Shakespeare

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ACT I SCENE I

SALARINO You're worried about your ships. Your mind is out there getting tossed around on the ocean with them. But they're fine. They're like huge parade floats on the sea. They're so big they look down on the smaller ships, which all have to bow and then get out of the way. Your ships fly like a birds past those little boats. SOLANIO Believe me, sir, had I such venture forth, the better part of my affections would e with my hopes abroad. I should be still Pucking 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. SOLANIO Yes, believe me, if I had such risky business ventures in other countries, I'd be sad too. I'd worry about it every second. I'd constantly be tossing blades of grass into the air to find out which way the wind was blowing. I'd be peering over maps to figure out the best ports, piers, and waterways. Everything that made me worry about my ships would make me sad.

Enter Antonio, Salarino 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 come 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. ANTONIOTo be honest, I didn't know why I'm so sad. I'm tired of it, and you say you're tired of it too. But I have no idea why I got so depressed. And if I can't figure out what's making me depressed, I must not understand myself very well. SALARINO Your mind is tossing on the ocean, There, where your argosies with portly sail, Like signors 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 women wings.