Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sol. Sol.
Sol. Ha, what sayest thou, why the end is, he hath lost
Sol. a ship.
Sol. Sal. I
Sol. The Merchant of Venice.
Sal. Sal.
Sal. I would it might proue the end of his losses.
Sol. Let me say Amen betimes, least the diuell crosse
Sol. my praier, for here he comes in the likenes of a Iew. How
Sol. now Shylocke, what newes among the Merchants?
Sol. Enter Shylocke.
Shy. Shy.
Shy. You knew none so well, none so well as you, of
Shy. my daughters flight.
Sal. That's certaine, I for my part knew the Tailor
Sal. that made the wings she flew withall.
Sol. And Shylocke for his owne part knew the bird was