Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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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.
Sal. Not one my Lord.
Sal. Besides, it should appeare, that if he had
Sal. The present money to discharge the Iew,
Sal. He would not take it: neuer did I know
Sal. A creature that did beare the shape of man
Sal. So keene and greedy to confound a man.