Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bass. Ran in my vaines: I was a Gentleman,
Bass. And then I told you true: and yet deere Ladie,
Bass. Rating my selfe at nothing, you shall see
Bass. How much I was a Braggart, when I told you
Bass. My state was nothing, I should then haue told you
Bass. That I vvas worse then nothing: for indeede
Bass. I haue ingag'd my selfe to a deere friend,
Bass. Ingag'd my friend to his meere enemie
Bass. To feede my meanes. Heere is a Letter Ladie,
Bass. The paper as the bodie of my friend,
Bass. And euerie word in it a gaping wound
Bass. Issuing life blood. But is it true Salerio,
Bass. Hath
Bass. The Merchant of Venice.
Bass. Hath all his ventures faild, what not one hit,
Bass. From Tripolis, from Mexico and England,
Bass. From Lisbon, Barbary, and India,
Bass. And not one vessell scape the dreadfull touch
Bass. Of Merchant‑marring rocks?
Sal. Sal.