The Merchant Of Venice,: A Legend Of Italy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABACCDEFFBBBAA EE GGGH I JJJJJ KKLLMMMEENNOOO PPPPLLEE ELLGGEEQRPPPPPPPSEEE EEPPBP SSPSTTEESPUUEUNPPEEP PPPPS VV PPP NNNNU VVPPEEGGPPUUE PP ETTTTBBGGUUUV EEEEEEUUUUU PPPPPL| I believe there are few | A |
| But have heard of a Jew | A |
| Named Shylock of Venice as arrant a 'screw' | B |
| In money transactions as ever you knew | A |
| An exorbitant miser who never yet lent | C |
| A ducat at less than three hundred per cent | C |
| Insomuch that the veriest spendthrift in Venice | D |
| Who'd take no more care of his pounds than his pennies | E |
| When press'd for a loan at the very first sight | F |
| Of his terms would back out and take refuge in Flight | F |
| It is not my purpose to pause and inquire | B |
| If he might not in managing thus to retire | B |
| Jump out of the frying pan into the fire | B |
| Suffice it that folks would have nothing to do | A |
| Who could possibly help it with Shylock the Jew | A |
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| But however discreetly one cuts and contrives | E |
| We've been most of us taught in the course of our lives | E |
| That 'Needs must when the Elderly Gentleman drives ' | - |
| In proof of this rule | G |
| A thoughtless young fool | G |
| Bassanio a Lord of the Tomnoddy school | G |
| Who by showing at Operas Balls Plays and Court | H |
| A 'swelling' Payne Collier would read 'swilling' 'port ' | - |
| And inviting his friends to dine breakfast and sup | I |
| Had shrunk his 'weak means ' and was 'stump'd ' and 'hard up ' | - |
| Took occasion to send | J |
| To his very good friend | J |
| Antonio a merchant whose wealth had no end | J |
| And who'd often before had the kindness to lend | J |
| Him large sums on his note which he'd managed to spend | J |
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| 'Antonio ' said he 'Now listen to me | K |
| I've just hit on a scheme which I think you'll agree | K |
| All matters consider'd is no bad design | L |
| And which if it succeeds will suit your book and mine | L |
| 'In the first place you know all the money I've got | M |
| Time and often from you has been long gone to pot | M |
| And in making those loans you have made a bad shot | M |
| Now do as the boys do when shooting at sparrows | E |
| And tom tits they chance to lose one of their arrows | E |
| Shoot another the same way I'll watch well its track | N |
| And turtle to tripe I'll bring both of them back | N |
| So list to my plan | O |
| And do what you can | O |
| To attend to and second it that's a good man | O |
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| 'There's a Lady young handsome beyond all compare at | P |
| A place they call Belmont whom when I was there at | P |
| The suppers and parties my friend Lord Mountferrat | P |
| Was giving last season we all used to stare at | P |
| Then as to her wealth her solicitor told mine | L |
| Besides vast estates a pearl fishery and gold mine | L |
| Her iron strong box | E |
| Seems bursting its locks | E |
| It's stuffed so with shares in 'Grand Junctions ' and 'Docks ' | - |
| Not to speak of the money's she's got in the stocks | E |
| French Dutch and Brazilian Columbian and Chilian | L |
| In English Exchequer bills full half a million | L |
| Not 'kites ' manufactured to cheat and inveigle | G |
| But the right sort of 'flimsy ' all signed by Monteagle | G |
| Then I know not how much in Canal shares and Railways | E |
| And more speculations I need not detail ways | E |
| Of vesting which if not so safe as some think'em | Q |
| Contribute a deal to improving one's income | R |
| In short she's a Mint | P |
| Now I say deuce is in't | P |
| If with all my experience I can't take a hint | P |
| And her 'eye's speechless messages ' plainer than print | P |
| At the time that I told you of know from a squint | P |
| In short my dear Tony | P |
| My trusty old crony | P |
| Do stump up three thousand once more as a loan I | S |
| Am sure of my game though of course there are brutes | E |
| Of all sorts and sizes preferring their suits | E |
| To her you may call the Italian Miss Coutts | E |
| Yet Portia she's named from that daughter of Cato's | E |
| Is not to be snapp'd up like little potatoes | E |
| And I have not a doubt I shall rout every lout | P |
| Ere you'll whisper Jack Robinson cut them all out | P |
| Surmount every barrier Carry her marry her | B |
| Then hey my old Tony when once fairly noosed | P |
| For her Three and a half per cents New and Reduced ' | - |
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| With a wink of his eye His friend made reply | S |
| In his jocular manner sly caustic and dry | S |
| 'Still the same boy Bassanio never say 'die' | P |
| Well I hardly know how I shall do't but I'll try | S |
| Don't suppose my affairs are at all in a hash | T |
| But the fact is at present I'm quite out of cash | T |
| The bulk of my property merged in rich cargoes is | E |
| Tossing about as you know in my Argosies | E |
| Tending of course my resources to cripple I | S |
| 've one bound to England another to Tripoli | P |
| Cyprus Masulipatam and Bombay | U |
| A sixth by the way I consigned t'other day | U |
| To Sir Gregor M'Gregor Cacique of Poyais | E |
| A country where silver's as common as clay | U |
| Meantime till they tack And come some of them back | N |
| What with Custom house duties and bills falling due | P |
| My account with Jones Loyd and Co looks rather blue | P |
| While as for the 'ready ' I'm like a Church mouse | E |
| I really don't think there's five pounds in the house | E |
| But no matter for that | P |
| Let me just get my hat | P |
| And my new silk umbrella that stands on the mat | P |
| And we'll go forth at once to the market we two | P |
| And try what my credit in Venice can do | P |
| I stand well on 'Change and when all's said and done I | S |
| Don't doubt I shall get it for love or for money ' | - |
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| They were going to go | V |
| When lo down below | V |
| In the street they heard somebody crying 'Old Clo' ' | - |
| 'By the Pope there's the man for our purpose I knew | P |
| We should not have to search long Salanio run you | P |
| Salarino quick haste ere he get out of view | P |
| And call in that scoundrel old Shylock the Jew ' | - |
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| With a pack | N |
| Like a sack | N |
| Of old clothes at his back | N |
| And three hats on his head Shylock came in a crack | N |
| Saying 'Rest you fair Signior Antonio vat pray | U |
| Might your vorship be pleashed for to vant in ma vay ' | - |
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| 'Why Shylock although As you very well know | V |
| I am what they call 'warm ' pay my way as I go | V |
| And as to myself neither borrow nor lend | P |
| I can break through a rule to oblige an old friend | P |
| And that's the case now Lord Bassanio would raise | E |
| Some three thousand ducats well knowing your ways | E |
| And that nought's to be got from you say what one will | G |
| Unless you've a couple of names to the bill | G |
| Why for once I'll put mine to it | P |
| Yea seal and sign to it | P |
| Now then old Sinner let's hear what you'll say | U |
| As to 'doing' a bill at three months from to day | U |
| Three thousand gold ducats mind all in good bags | E |
| Of hard money no sealing wax slippers or rags ' | - |
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| ' Vell ma tear ' says the Jew 'I'll see vat I can do | P |
| But Mishter Antonio hark you 'tish funny | P |
| You say to me 'Shylock ma tear ve'd have money ' | - |
| Ven you very vell knows How you shpit on ma clothes | E |
| And use naughty vords call me Dog and avouch | T |
| Dat I put too much int'resht py half in ma pouch | T |
| And vhile I like de resht of ma tribe shrug and crouch | T |
| You find fault mit ma pargains and say I'm a Smouch | T |
| Vell n o matters ma tear Von vord in your ear | B |
| I'd be friends mit you bote and to make dat appear | B |
| Vy I'll find you de monies as soon as you vill | G |
| Only von littel joke musht be put in de pill | G |
| Ma tear you musht say | U |
| If on such and such day | U |
| Such sum or such sums you shall fail to repay | U |
| I shall cut vere I like as de pargain is proke | V |
| A fair pound of your flesh chest by vay of a joke ' | - |
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| So novel a clause Caused Bassanio to pause | E |
| But Antonio like most of those sage 'Johnny Raws' | E |
| Who care not three straws | E |
| About Lawyers or Laws | E |
| And think cheaply of 'Old Father Antic ' because | E |
| They have never experienced a gripe from his claws | E |
| 'Pooh pooh'd' the whole thing 'Let the Smouch have his way | U |
| Why what care I pray | U |
| For his penalty Nay | U |
| It's a forfeit he'd never expect me to pay | U |
| And come what come may I hardly need say | U |
| My ships will be back a full month ere the day ' | - |
| So anxious to see his friend off on his journey | P |
| And thinking the whole but a paltry concern he | P |
| Affixed with all speed | P |
| His name to a deed | P |
| Duly stamp'd and drawn up by a sharp Jew attorney | P |
| Thus again | L |
Richard Harris Barham
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