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Cymbeline.
A Winter's Tale.

Two stories of mistaken jealousy, with frequent threats of disaster but with a happy ending. Cymbeline is a story of ancient Britain; the scene of the Winter's Tale is laid in Sic

ily and Bohemia. The Tempest.

The story of an exiled duke on an enchanted island. Here he brings his enemies within his power and is restored to his

dukedom. King Henry VIII.

A series of picturesque events in the life of King Henry and Cardinal Wolsey.

Shakespeare's non-dramatic works include:
Venus and Adonis (1593).
The Rape of Lucrece (1594).
Sonnets (1609).
The Passionate Pilgrim (1599).

A collection of short poems, containing a few by Shakespeare.

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THE MERCHANT OF VENICE

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

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THE DUKE OF VENICE.
THE PRINCE OF Morocco,

suitors to Portia.
The Prince OF ARRAGON,
ANTONIO, a merchant of Venice.
Bassanio, his friend, suitor likewise to Portia.
SALANIO,
SALARINO,
GRATIANO,

friends to Antonio and Bassanio.
SALERIO,
LORENZO, in love with Jessica.
SHYLOCK, a rich Jew.
T'UBAL, a Jew, his friend.
LAUNCELOT GOBBO, the clown, servant to Shylock.
Old GOBBO, father to Launcelo
LEONARDO, servant to Bassanio.
BALTHASAR,

servants to Portia. STEPHANO,

Portia, a rich heiress.
Nerissa, her waiting-maid.
Jessica, daughter to Shylock.

Magnificoes of Venice, Officers of the Court of Justice, Jailer, Servants to

Portia, and other Attendants.

Scent: Partly at Venice, and partly at Belmont, the seat of Portia, on the

Continent.

The Merchant of Venice

ACT FIRST

SCENE I

Venice. A street.

Enter ANTONIO, SALARINO, and SALANIO.

Ant. 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 came 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.
Salar. Your mind is tossing on the ocean,

There, where your argosies with portly sail,
Like signiors and rich burghers on the flood,
Or, as it were, the pageants of the sea,
Do overpeer the petty traffickers,
That curt'sy to them, do them reverence,

As they fly by them with their woven wings.
Salan. Believe me, sir, had I such venture forth,
The better part of my affections would

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