Speeches (Lines) for Salarino
in "Merchant of Venice"

Total: 27

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1

I,1,9

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 curtsy to them, do them reverence,
As they fly by them with their woven wings.

2

I,1,24

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
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.

3

I,1,48

Why, then you are in love.

4

I,1,50

Not in love neither? Then let us say you are sad,
Because you are not merry: and 'twere as easy
For you to laugh and leap and say you are merry,
Because you are not sad. Now, by two-headed Janus,
Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time:
Some that will evermore peep through their eyes
And laugh like parrots at a bag-piper,
And other of such vinegar aspect
That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile,
Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable.

5

I,1,64

I would have stay'd till I had made you merry,
If worthier friends had not prevented me.

6

I,1,69

Good morrow, my good lords.

7

I,1,72

We'll make our leisures to attend on yours.

8

II,4,804

We have not spoke us yet of torchbearers.

9

II,4,831

'Tis good we do so.

10

II,6,911

His hour is almost past.

11

II,6,914

O, ten times faster Venus' pigeons fly
To seal love's bonds new-made, than they are wont
To keep obliged faith unforfeited!

12

II,6,929

Here comes Lorenzo: more of this hereafter.

13

II,8,1072

Why, man, I saw Bassanio under sail:
With him is Gratiano gone along;
And in their ship I am sure Lorenzo is not.

14

II,8,1077

He came too late, the ship was under sail:
But there the duke was given to understand
That in a gondola were seen together
Lorenzo and his amorous Jessica:
Besides, Antonio certified the duke
They were not with Bassanio in his ship.

15

II,8,1094

Why, all the boys in Venice follow him,
Crying, his stones, his daughter, and his ducats.

16

II,8,1098

Marry, well remember'd.
I reason'd with a Frenchman yesterday,
Who told me, in the narrow seas that part
The French and English, there miscarried
A vessel of our country richly fraught:
I thought upon Antonio when he told me;
And wish'd in silence that it were not his.

17

II,8,1107

A kinder gentleman treads not the earth.
I saw Bassanio and Antonio part:
Bassanio told him he would make some speed
Of his return: he answer'd, 'Do not so;
Slubber not business for my sake, Bassanio
But stay the very riping of the time;
And for the Jew's bond which he hath of me,
Let it not enter in your mind of love:
Be merry, and employ your chiefest thoughts
To courtship and such fair ostents of love
As shall conveniently become you there:'
And even there, his eye being big with tears,
Turning his face, he put his hand behind him,
And with affection wondrous sensible
He wrung Bassanio's hand; and so they parted.

18

II,8,1126

Do we so.

19

III,1,1240

Why, yet it lives there uncheck'd that Antonio hath
a ship of rich lading wrecked on the narrow seas;
the Goodwins, I think they call the place; a very
dangerous flat and fatal, where the carcasses of many
a tall ship lie buried, as they say, if my gossip
Report be an honest woman of her word.

20

III,1,1253

Come, the full stop.

21

III,1,1256

I would it might prove the end of his losses.

22

III,1,1263

That's certain: I, for my part, knew the tailor
that made the wings she flew withal.

23

III,1,1273

There is more difference between thy flesh and hers
than between jet and ivory; more between your bloods
than there is between red wine and rhenish. But
tell us, do you hear whether Antonio have had any
loss at sea or no?

24

III,1,1285

Why, I am sure, if he forfeit, thou wilt not take
his flesh: what's that good for?

25

III,1,1311

We have been up and down to seek him.

26

III,3,1727

It is the most impenetrable cur
That ever kept with men.

27

III,3,1735

I am sure the duke
Will never grant this forfeiture to hold.

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