The Merchant of Venice - William Shakespeare - Books -  - 9798614244224 - February 20, 2020
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The Merchant of Venice

My wind cooling my broth Would blow me to an ague, when I thought What harm a wind too great at sea might do. I should not see the sandy hour-glass run, But I should think of shallows and of flats, And see my wealthy Andrew dock'd in sand, Vailing her high-top lower than her ribs To kiss her burial. Should I go to church And see the holy edifice of stone, And not bethink me straight of dangerous rocks, Which touching but my gentle vessel's side, Would scatter all her spices on the stream, Enrobe the roaring waters with my silks, And, in a word, but even now worth this, And now worth nothing? Shall I have the thought 6 To think on this, and shall I lack the thought That such a thing bechanced would make me sad? But tell not me; I know, Antonio Is sad to think upon his merchandise.

Media Books     Paperback Book   (Book with soft cover and glued back)
Released February 20, 2020
ISBN13 9798614244224
Pages 96
Dimensions 152 × 229 × 6 mm   ·   149 g
Language English  

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