{"product_id":"2940012982780","title":"The Merchant of Venice","description":"Actus primus.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEnter Anthonio, Salarino, and Salanio.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  Anthonio. In sooth I know not why I am so sad,\u003cbr\u003eIt wearies me: you say it wearies you;\u003cbr\u003eBut how I caught it, found it, or came by it,\u003cbr\u003eWhat stuffe 'tis made of, whereof it is borne,\u003cbr\u003eI am to learne: and such a Want-wit sadnesse makes of\u003cbr\u003emee,\u003cbr\u003eThat I haue much ado to know my selfe\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   Sal. Your minde is tossing on the Ocean,\u003cbr\u003eThere where your Argosies with portly saile\u003cbr\u003eLike Signiors and rich Burgers on the flood,\u003cbr\u003eOr as it were the Pageants of the sea,\u003cbr\u003eDo ouer-peere the pettie Traffiquers\u003cbr\u003eThat curtsie to them, do them reuerence\u003cbr\u003eAs they flye by them with their wouen wings\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   Salar. Beleeue me sir, had I such venture forth,\u003cbr\u003eThe better part of my affections, would\u003cbr\u003eBe with my hopes abroad. I should be still\u003cbr\u003ePlucking the grasse to know where sits the winde,\u003cbr\u003ePeering in Maps for ports, and peers, and rodes:\u003cbr\u003eAnd euery obiect that might make me feare\u003cbr\u003eMisfortune to my ventures, out of doubt\u003cbr\u003eWould make me sad\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   Sal. My winde cooling my broth,\u003cbr\u003eWould blow me to an Ague, when I thought\u003cbr\u003eWhat harme a winde too great might doe at sea.\u003cbr\u003eI should not see the sandie houre-glasse runne,\u003cbr\u003eBut I should thinke of shallows, and of flats,\u003cbr\u003eAnd see my wealthy Andrew docks in sand,\u003cbr\u003eVailing her high top lower then her ribs\u003cbr\u003eTo kisse her buriall; should I goe to Church\u003cbr\u003eAnd see the holy edifice of stone,\u003cbr\u003eAnd not bethinke me straight of dangerous rocks,\u003cbr\u003eWhich touching but my gentle Vessels side\u003cbr\u003eWould scatter all her spices on the streame,\u003cbr\u003eEnrobe the roring waters with my silkes,\u003cbr\u003eAnd in a word, but euen now worth this,\u003cbr\u003eAnd now worth nothing. Shall I haue the thought\u003cbr\u003eTo thinke on this, and shall I lacke the thought\u003cbr\u003eThat such a thing bechaunc'd would make me sad?\u003cbr\u003eBut tell me, I know Anthonio\u003cbr\u003eIs sad to thinke vpon his merchandize\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   Anth. Beleeue me no, I thanke my fortune for it,\u003cbr\u003eMy ventures are not in one bottome trusted,\u003cbr\u003eNor to one place; nor is my whole estate\u003cbr\u003eVpon the fortune of this present yeere:\u003cbr\u003eTherefore my merchandize makes me not sad\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   Sola. Why then you are in loue\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   Anth. Fie, fie\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   Sola. Not in loue neither: then let vs say you are sad\u003cbr\u003eBecause you are not merry: and 'twere as easie\u003cbr\u003eFor you to laugh and leape, and say you are merry\u003cbr\u003eBecause you are not sad. Now by two-headed Ianus,\u003cbr\u003eNature hath fram'd strange fellowes in her time:\u003cbr\u003eSome that will euermore peepe through their eyes,\u003cbr\u003eAnd laugh like Parrats at a bag-piper.\u003cbr\u003eAnd other of such vineger aspect,\u003cbr\u003eThat they'll not shew their teeth in way of smile,\u003cbr\u003eThough Nestor sweare the iest be laughable.\u003cbr\u003eEnter Bassanio, Lorenso, and Gratiano.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  Sola. Heere comes Bassanio,\u003cbr\u003eYour most noble Kinsman,\u003cbr\u003eGratiano, and Lorenso. Faryewell,\u003cbr\u003eWe leaue you now with better company\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   Sala. I would haue staid till I had made you merry,\u003cbr\u003eIf worthier friends had not preuented me\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   Ant. Your worth is very deere in my regard.\u003cbr\u003eI take it your owne busines calls on you,\u003cbr\u003eAnd you embrace th' occasion to depart\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   Sal. Good morrow my good Lords\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   Bass. Good signiors both, when shall we laugh? say, when?\u003cbr\u003eYou grow exceeding strange: must it be so?\u003cbr\u003e  Sal. Wee'll make our leysures to attend on yours.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eExeunt. Salarino, and Solanio.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47175047184624,"sku":"2940012982780","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940012982780_p0.jpg?v=1763575188","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940012982780","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}