What, what, what? Hath an argosy cast away, coming from Tripolis. I thank God, I thank God. Is't true, is't true? I spoke with some of the sailors that escaped the wreck. I thank thee, good Tubal: good news, good news! Your daughter spent in Genoa, as I heard, in one night fourscore ducats. Thou stickest a dagger in me: I shall never see my gold again: fourscore ducats at a sitting! There came divers of Antonio's creditors in my company to Venice, that swear he cannot choose but break.
I am very glad of it: I'll plague him; I'll torture him: I am glad of it. One of them showed me a ring that he had of your daughter for a monkey. Out upon her! Thou torturest me, Tubal: it was my turquoise; I had it of Leah when I was a bachelor: I would not have given it for a wilderness of monkeys.
But Antonio is certainly undone. Nay, that's true, that's very true. Go, Tubal, fee me an officer; bespeak him a fortnight before. I will have the heart of him, if he forfeit; for, were he out of Venice, I can make what merchandise I will. Go, go, Tubal, and meet me at our synagogue; go, good Tubal; at our synagogue, Tubal.
I pray you, tarry: pause a day or two Before you hazard; for, in choosing wrong, I lose your company: therefore forbear awhile. There's something tells me, but it is not love, I would not lose you; and you know yourself, Hate counsels not in such a quality. But lest you should not understand me well,— And yet a maiden hath no tongue but thought,— I would detain you here some month or two Before you venture for me. I could teach you How to choose right, but I am then forsworn; So will I never be: so may you miss me; But if you do, you'll make me wish a sin, That I had been forsworn.
Beshrew your eyes, They have o'erlook'd me and divided me; One half of me is yours, the other half yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours. O, these naughty times Put bars between the owners and their rights! And so, though yours, not yours. Prove it so, Let fortune go to hell for it, not I. I speak too long; but 'tis to peize the time, To eke it and to draw it out in length, To stay you from election.
Let me choose For as I am, I live upon the rack. Upon the rack, Bassanio! None but that ugly treason of mistrust, Which makes me fear the enjoying of my love: There may as well be amity and life 'Tween snow and fire, as treason and my love.
Ay, but I fear you speak upon the rack, Where men enforced do speak anything. Promise me life, and I'll confess the truth. Well then, confess and live. But let me to my fortune and the caskets.
Away, then! I am lock'd in one of them: If you do love me, you will find me out. Nerissa and the rest, stand all aloof.
Let music sound while he doth make his choice; Then, if he lose, he makes a swan-like end, Fading in music: that the comparison May stand more proper, my eye shall be the stream And watery death-bed for him. He may win; And what is music then? Then music is Even as the flourish when true subjects bow To a new-crowned monarch: such it is As are those dulcet sounds in break of day That creep into the dreaming bridegroom's ear, And summon him to marriage.
Now he goes, With no less presence, but with much more love, Than young Alcides, when he did redeem The virgin tribute paid by howling Troy To the sea-monster: I stand for sacrifice The rest aloof are the Dardanian wives, With bleared visages, come forth to view The issue of the exploit.
Go, Hercules! Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engender'd in the eyes, With gazing fed; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell I'll begin it,—Ding, dong, bell. Ding, dong, bell. So may the outward shows be least themselves: The world is still deceived with ornament.
In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being seasoned with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?
There is no vice so simple but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts: How many cowards, whose hearts are all as false As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars; Who, inward search'd, have livers white as milk; And these assume but valour's excrement To render them redoubted!
Look on beauty, And you shall see 'tis purchased by the weight; Which therein works a miracle in nature, Making them lightest that wear most of it: So are those crisped snaky golden locks Which make such wanton gambols with the wind, Upon supposed fairness, often known To be the dowry of a second head, The skull that bred them in the sepulchre.
Thus ornament is but the guiled shore To a most dangerous sea; the beauteous scarf Veiling an Indian beauty; in a word, The seeming truth which cunning times put on To entrap the wisest. Therefore, thou gaudy gold, Hard food for Midas, I will none of thee; Nor none of thee, thou pale and common drudge 'Tween man and man: but thou, thou meagre lead, Which rather threatenest than dost promise aught, Thy paleness moves me more than eloquence; And here choose I; joy be the consequence!
O love, Be moderate; allay thy ecstasy, In measure rein thy joy; scant this excess. I feel too much thy blessing: make it less, For fear I surfeit. What find I here? What demi-god Hath come so near creation? Move these eyes? Here are sever'd lips, Parted with sugar breath: so sweet a bar Should sunder such sweet friends.
Here in her hairs The painter plays the spider and hath woven A golden mesh to entrap the hearts of men, Faster than gnats in cobwebs; but her eyes,— How could he see to do them? Yet look, how far The substance of my praise doth wrong this shadow In underprizing it, so far this shadow Doth limp behind the substance.
Here's the scroll, The continent and summary of my fortune. Since this fortune falls to you, Be content and seek no new, If you be well pleased with this And hold your fortune for your bliss, Turn you where your lady is And claim her with a loving kiss.
A gentle scroll. Fair lady, by your leave; I come by note, to give and to receive. You see me, Lord Bassanio, where I stand, Such as I am: though for myself alone I would not be ambitious in my wish, To wish myself much better; yet, for you I would be trebled twenty times myself; A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times more rich; That only to stand high in your account, I might in virtue, beauties, livings, friends, Exceed account; but the full sum of me Is sum of something, which, to term in gross, Is an unlesson'd girl, unschool'd, unpractised; Happy in this, she is not yet so old But she may learn; happier than this, She is not bred so dull but she can learn; Happiest of all is that her gentle spirit Commits itself to yours to be directed, As from her lord, her governor, her king.
Madam, you have bereft me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins; And there is such confusion in my powers, As after some oration fairly spoke By a beloved prince, there doth appear Among the buzzing pleased multitude; Where every something, being blent together, Turns to a wild of nothing, save of joy, Express'd and not express'd.
But when this ring Parts from this finger, then parts life from hence: O, then be bold to say Bassanio's dead! My lord and lady, it is now our time, That have stood by and seen our wishes prosper, To cry, good joy: good joy, my lord and lady! My lord Bassanio and my gentle lady, I wish you all the joy that you can wish; For I am sure you can wish none from me: And when your honours mean to solemnize The bargain of your faith, I do beseech you, Even at that time I may be married too. With all my heart, so thou canst get a wife.
I thank your lordship, you have got me one. My eyes, my lord, can look as swift as yours: You saw the mistress, I beheld the maid; You loved, I loved for intermission. No more pertains to me, my lord, than you. Is this true, Nerissa? Madam, it is, so you stand pleased withal.
And do you, Gratiano, mean good faith? Yes, faith, my lord. Our feast shall be much honour'd in your marriage. We'll play with them the first boy for a thousand ducats. What, and stake down? No; we shall ne'er win at that sport, and stake down. But who comes here? Lorenzo and his infidel? What, and my old Venetian friend Salerio? Lorenzo and Salerio, welcome hither; If that the youth of my new interest here Have power to bid you welcome.
By your leave, I bid my very friends and countrymen, Sweet Portia, welcome. So do I, my lord: They are entirely welcome. I thank your honour. For my part, my lord, My purpose was not to have seen you here; But meeting with Salerio by the way, He did entreat me, past all saying nay, To come with him along. I did, my lord; And I have reason for it. Signior Antonio Commends him to you. Ere I ope his letter, I pray you, tell me how my good friend doth.
Not sick, my lord, unless it be in mind; Nor well, unless in mind: his letter there Will show you his estate. Nerissa, cheer yon stranger; bid her welcome. Your hand, Salerio: what's the news from Venice? How doth that royal merchant, good Antonio? I know he will be glad of our success; We are the Jasons, we have won the fleece. I would you had won the fleece that he hath lost. There are some shrewd contents in yon same paper, That steals the colour from Bassanio's cheek: Some dear friend dead; else nothing in the world Could turn so much the constitution Of any constant man.
What, worse and worse! With leave, Bassanio: I am half yourself, And I must freely have the half of anything That this same paper brings you. O sweet Portia, Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words That ever blotted paper! Gentle lady, When I did first impart my love to you, I freely told you, all the wealth I had Ran in my veins, I was a gentleman; And then I told you true: and yet, dear lady, Rating myself at nothing, you shall see How much I was a braggart.
When I told you My state was nothing, I should then have told you That I was worse than nothing; for, indeed, I have engaged myself to a dear friend, Engaged my friend to his mere enemy, To feed my means. Here is a letter, lady; The paper as the body of my friend, And every word in it a gaping wound, Issuing life-blood. But is it true, Salerio? Have all his ventures fail'd? What, not one hit? Not one, my lord.
Besides, it should appear, that if he had The present money to discharge the Jew, He would not take it. Never did I know A creature, that did bear the shape of man, So keen and greedy to confound a man: He plies the duke at morning and at night, And doth impeach the freedom of the state, If they deny him justice: twenty merchants, The duke himself, and the magnificoes Of greatest port, have all persuaded with him; But none can drive him from the envious plea Of forfeiture, of justice and his bond.
When I was with him I have heard him swear To Tubal and to Chus, his countrymen, That he would rather have Antonio's flesh Than twenty times the value of the sum That he did owe him: and I know, my lord, If law, authority and power deny not, It will go hard with poor Antonio. Is it your dear friend that is thus in trouble? The dearest friend to me, the kindest man, The best-condition'd and unwearied spirit In doing courtesies, and one in whom The ancient Roman honour more appears Than any that draws breath in Italy.
What sum owes he the Jew? For me three thousand ducats. What, no more? Pay him six thousand, and deface the bond; Double six thousand, and then treble that, Before a friend of this description Shall lose a hair through Bassanio's fault. You shall have gold To pay the petty debt twenty times over: When it is paid, bring your true friend along. My maid Nerissa and myself meantime Will live as maids and widows.
Come, away! For you shall hence upon your wedding-day: Bid your friends welcome, show a merry cheer: Since you are dear bought, I will love you dear.
But let me hear the letter of your friend. Notwithstanding, use your pleasure: if your love do not persuade you to come, let not my letter.
O love, dispatch all business, and be gone! Since I have your good leave to go away, I will make haste: but, till I come again, No bed shall e'er be guilty of my stay, No rest be interposer 'twixt us twain. Gaoler, look to him: tell not me of mercy; This is the fool that lent out money gratis: Gaoler, look to him.
Hear me yet, good Shylock. I'll have my bond; speak not against my bond: I have sworn an oath that I will have my bond. Thou call'dst me dog before thou hadst a cause; But, since I am a dog, beware my fangs: The duke shall grant me justice.
I do wonder, Thou naughty gaoler, that thou art so fond To come abroad with him at his request. I pray thee, hear me speak.
I'll have my bond; I will not hear thee speak: I'll have my bond; and therefore speak no more. I'll not be made a soft and dull-eyed fool, To shake the head, relent, and sigh, and yield To Christian intercessors. Follow not; I'll have no speaking: I will have my bond. It is the most impenetrable cur That ever kept with men.
Let him alone: I'll follow him no more with bootless prayers. I am sure the duke Will never grant this forfeiture to hold. The duke cannot deny the course of law: For the commodity that strangers have With us in Venice, if it be denied, Will much impeach the justice of his state; Since that the trade and profit of the city Consisteth of all nations.
Therefore, go: These griefs and losses have so bated me, That I shall hardly spare a pound of flesh To-morrow to my bloody creditor. Pray God, Bassanio come To see me pay his debt, and then I care not! Madam, although I speak it in your presence, You have a noble and a true conceit Of godlike amity; which appears most strongly In bearing thus the absence of your lord.
But if you knew to whom you show this honour, How true a gentleman you send relief, How dear a lover of my lord your husband, I know you would be prouder of the work Than customary bounty can enforce you. I never did repent for doing good, Nor shall not now: for in companions That do converse and waste the time together, Whose souls do bear an equal yoke Of love, There must be needs a like proportion Of lineaments, of manners and of spirit; Which makes me think that this Antonio, Being the bosom lover of my lord, Must needs be like my lord.
If it be so, How little is the cost I have bestow'd In purchasing the semblance of my soul From out the state of hellish misery! Lorenzo, I commit into your hands The husbandry and manage of my house Until my lord's return: for mine own part, I have toward heaven breathed a secret vow To live in prayer and contemplation, Only attended by Nerissa here, Until her husband and my lord's return: There is a monastery two miles off; And there will we abide. I do desire you Not to deny this imposition; The which my love and some necessity Now lays upon you.
Madam, with all my heart; I shall obey you in all fair commands. My people do already know my mind, And will acknowledge you and Jessica In place of Lord Bassanio and myself. And so farewell, till we shall meet again.
Fair thoughts and happy hours attend on you! I wish your ladyship all heart's content. I thank you for your wish, and am well pleased To wish it back on you: fare you well Jessica.
Take this same letter, And use thou all the endeavour of a man In speed to Padua: see thou render this Into my cousin's hand, Doctor Bellario; And, look, what notes and garments he doth give thee, Bring them, I pray thee, with imagined speed Unto the tranect, to the common ferry Which trades to Venice. Waste no time in words, But get thee gone: I shall be there before thee.
Madam, I go with all convenient speed. Come on, Nerissa; I have work in hand That you yet know not of: we'll see our husbands Before they think of us.
Shall they see us? They shall, Nerissa; but in such a habit, That they shall think we are accomplished With that we lack. I'll hold thee any wager, When we are both accoutred like young men, I'll prove the prettier fellow of the two, And wear my dagger with the braver grace, And speak between the change of man and boy With a reed voice, and turn two mincing steps Into a manly stride, and speak of frays Like a fine bragging youth, and tell quaint lies, How honourable ladies sought my love, Which I denying, they fell sick and died; I could not do withal; then I'll repent, And wish for all that, that I had not killed them; And twenty of these puny lies I'll tell, That men shall swear I have discontinued school Above a twelvemonth.
I have within my mind A thousand raw tricks of these bragging Jacks, Which I will practise. Why, shall we turn to men? Fie, what a question's that, If thou wert near a lewd interpreter! But come, I'll tell thee all my whole device When I am in my coach, which stays for us At the park gate; and therefore haste away, For we must measure twenty miles to-day.
Yes, truly; for, look you, the sins of the father are to be laid upon the children: therefore, I promise ye, I fear you. I was always plain with you, and so now I speak my agitation of the matter: therefore be of good cheer, for truly I think you are damned.
There is but one hope in it that can do you any good; and that is but a kind of bastard hope neither. And what hope is that, I pray thee? Marry, you may partly hope that your father got you not, that you are not the Jew's daughter. That were a kind of bastard hope, indeed: so the sins of my mother should be visited upon me. Truly then I fear you are damned both by father and mother: thus when I shun Scylla, your father, I fall into Charybdis, your mother: well, you are gone both ways.
I shall be saved by my husband; he hath made me a Christian. Truly, the more to blame he: we were Christians enow before; e'en as many as could well live, one by another.
This making Christians will raise the price of hogs: if we grow all to be pork-eaters, we shall not shortly have a rasher on the coals for money. I'll tell my husband, Launcelot, what you say: here he comes. I shall grow jealous of you shortly, Launcelot, if you thus get my wife into corners. Nay, you need not fear us, Lorenzo: Launcelot and I are out. He tells me flatly, there is no mercy for me in heaven, because I am a Jew's daughter: and he says, you are no good member of the commonwealth, for in converting Jews to Christians, you raise the price of pork.
I shall answer that better to the commonwealth than you can the getting up of the negro's belly: the Moor is with child by you, Launcelot. It is much that the Moor should be more than reason: but if she be less than an honest woman, she is indeed more than I took her for.
How every fool can play upon the word! I think the best grace of wit will shortly turn into silence, and discourse grow commendable in none only but parrots. Go in, sirrah; bid them prepare for dinner. That is done, sir; they have all stomachs. Goodly Lord, what a wit-snapper are you!
That is done too, sir; only 'cover' is the word. Will you cover then, sir? Not so, sir, neither; I know my duty. Yet more quarrelling with occasion!
Wilt thou show the whole wealth of thy wit in an instant? I pray tree, understand a plain man in his plain meaning: go to thy fellows; bid them cover the table, serve in the meat, and we will come in to dinner. For the table, sir, it shall be served in; for the meat, sir, it shall be covered; for your coming in to dinner, sir, why, let it be as humours and conceits shall govern.
O dear discretion, how his words are suited! The fool hath planted in his memory An army of good words; and I do know A many fools, that stand in better place, Garnish'd like him, that for a tricksy word Defy the matter. How cheerest thou, Jessica? And now, good sweet, say thy opinion, How dost thou like the Lord Bassanio's wife? Past all expressing.
It is very meet The Lord Bassanio live an upright life; For, having such a blessing in his lady, He finds the joys of heaven here on earth; And if on earth he do not mean it, then In reason he should never come to heaven Why, if two gods should play some heavenly match And on the wager lay two earthly women, And Portia one, there must be something else Pawn'd with the other, for the poor rude world Hath not her fellow.
Even such a husband Hast thou of me as she is for a wife. Nay, but ask my opinion too of that. I will anon: first, let us go to dinner. Nay, let me praise you while I have a stomach. No, pray thee, let it serve for table-talk; I shall digest it. Well, I'll set you forth. What, is Antonio here?
Ready, so please your grace. I am sorry for thee: thou art come to answer A stony adversary, an inhuman wretch uncapable of pity, void and empty From any dram of mercy. I have heard Your grace hath ta'en great pains to qualify His rigorous course; but since he stands obdurate And that no lawful means can carry me Out of his envy's reach, I do oppose My patience to his fury, and am arm'd To suffer, with a quietness of spirit, The very tyranny and rage of his.
Go one, and call the Jew into the court. He is ready at the door: he comes, my lord. Make room, and let him stand before our face. Shylock, the world thinks, and I think so too, That thou but lead'st this fashion of thy malice To the last hour of act; and then 'tis thought Thou'lt show thy mercy and remorse more strange Than is thy strange apparent cruelty; And where thou now exact'st the penalty, Which is a pound of this poor merchant's flesh, Thou wilt not only loose the forfeiture, But, touch'd with human gentleness and love, Forgive a moiety of the principal; Glancing an eye of pity on his losses, That have of late so huddled on his back, Enow to press a royal merchant down And pluck commiseration of his state From brassy bosoms and rough hearts of flint, From stubborn Turks and Tartars, never train'd To offices of tender courtesy.
I have possess'd your grace of what I purpose; And by our holy Sabbath have I sworn To have the due and forfeit of my bond: If you deny it, let the danger light Upon your charter and your city's freedom. You'll ask me, why I rather choose to have A weight of carrion flesh than to receive Three thousand ducats: I'll not answer that: But, say, it is my humour: is it answer'd? What, are you answer'd yet? Some men there are love not a gaping pig; Some, that are mad if they behold a cat; And others, when the bagpipe sings i' the nose, Cannot contain their urine: for affection, Mistress of passion, sways it to the mood Of what it likes or loathes.
Now, for your answer: As there is no firm reason to be render'd, Why he cannot abide a gaping pig; Why he, a harmless necessary cat; Why he, a woollen bagpipe; but of force Must yield to such inevitable shame As to offend, himself being offended; So can I give no reason, nor I will not, More than a lodged hate and a certain loathing I bear Antonio, that I follow thus A losing suit against him.
Are you answer'd? This is no answer, thou unfeeling man, To excuse the current of thy cruelty. I am not bound to please thee with my answers. Do all men kill the things they do not love? Hates any man the thing he would not kill? Every offence is not a hate at first. What, wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice?
I pray you, think you question with the Jew: You may as well go stand upon the beach And bid the main flood bate his usual height; You may as well use question with the wolf Why he hath made the ewe bleat for the lamb; You may as well forbid the mountain pines To wag their high tops and to make no noise, When they are fretten with the gusts of heaven; You may as well do anything most hard, As seek to soften that—than which what's harder?
For thy three thousand ducats here is six. What judgment shall I dread, doing Were in six parts and every part a ducat, I would not draw them; I would have my bond. How shalt thou hope for mercy, rendering none? What judgment shall I dread, doing no wrong? You have among you many a purchased slave, Which, like your asses and your dogs and mules, You use in abject and in slavish parts, Because you bought them: shall I say to you, Let them be free, marry them to your heirs?
Why sweat they under burthens? You will answer 'The slaves are ours:' so do I answer you: The pound of flesh, which I demand of him, Is dearly bought; 'tis mine and I will have it. If you deny me, fie upon your law! There is no force in the decrees of Venice.
I stand for judgment: answer; shall I have it? Upon my power I may dismiss this court, Unless Bellario, a learned doctor, Whom I have sent for to determine this, Come here to-day. My lord, here stays without A messenger with letters from the doctor, New come from Padua. Bring us the letter; call the messenger. Good cheer, Antonio!
What, man, courage yet! The Jew shall have my flesh, blood, bones and all, Ere thou shalt lose for me one drop of blood. I am a tainted wether of the flock, Meetest for death: the weakest kind of fruit Drops earliest to the ground; and so let me You cannot better be employ'd, Bassanio, Than to live still and write mine epitaph.
Came you from Padua, from Bellario? From both, my lord. Bellario greets your grace. Why dost thou whet thy knife so earnestly? To cut the forfeiture from that bankrupt there. Drones hive not with me. I'll have worker bees only for my hive. So I'll let him go, 4 This is a strange wish, considering Therefore I part with him, and part with him and send him to go use up all that man's money, which he that creditors would want their 50 To one that would have him help to waste borrowed from me.
Maybe I'll be debtors to have enough money to pay His borrowed purse. Well, Jessica, go in. Do as I tell you. Shut all the doors after you. Perhaps I will return immediately. Keep safe what you want to keep, as they say. That saying is Do as I bid you. Shut doors after you.
Fast bind, fast find. Desired us to make stand. He's nearly late. Who riseth from a feast That's always true. Who leaves a meal as hungry as when he 10 With that keen appetite that he sits down? What horse retraces its steps with as much Where is the horse that doth untread again eagerness as when it went forward? The chase is always the His tedious measures with the unbated fire most exciting part. When a ship leaves its native bay its sails That he did pace them first?
All things that are, are hugged and embraced by the loving wind! How like the prodigal doth she return, With overweathered ribs and ragged sails 20 Lean, rent, and beggared by the strumpet wind!
More of this hereafter. Here comes Lorenzo. We can talk about this more later. My sweet friends, forgive me for being late. I didn't keep Not I but my affairs have made you wait. Come Here dwells my father Jew. This the house of the Jew that will be my father-in- law. Who's there? Tell me for more certainty, Who are you? It is Lorenzo, your love. Who do I For who love I so much? And now who knows love as much as you? And who other than yourself knows But you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours?
Heaven and you yourself both know that you are mine. It is worth the pains. Here, catch this box. It's worth the effort. I'm very ashamed of how I look in For I am much ashamed of my exchange. But love is blind and lovers cannot see the But love is blind, and lovers cannot see little faults in their relationships.
If they could, Cupid The pretty follies that themselves commit, himself would blush at how ridiculous I look disguised as a For if they could Cupid himself would blush boy.
Come down. You must be my torchbearer. What, I'm supposed to hold up a candle so you can see my They in themselves, good sooth, are too too light. The torchbearer brings things to 45 And I should be obscured. But Even in the lovely garnish of a boy. The night is going by quickly, and But come at once, they're waiting for us at Bassanio's feast. I swear, she's too gentle to be a Jew. Call me crazy, but I love her with all my heart.
If I'm any 55 For she is wise, if I can judge of her. And if my eyes are And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true. Moreover, she has proven And true she is, as she hath proved herself. And since she is wise, beautiful, and And therefore, like herself--wise, fair and true-- loyal, she will always be in my heart. Are you here now? Gentlemen, let's go! Our fellow party- Our masquing mates by this time for us stay. Sir Antonio? Where are all the rest? Ah, Gratiano! Where is everyone else?
It's nine o'clock. Our 65 'Tis nine o'clock. Our friends all stay for you. There's not going to be a No masque tonight. The wind is come about. The wind is blowing, so Bassanio presently will go aboard. Bassanio is going to get on his sailboat right away. I have I have sent twenty out to seek for you. I desire no more delight I'm glad. I don't want a party. All I want is to be on our way 70 Than to be under sail and gone tonight.
I choose the right casket? One of them has my picture inside, Prince. If you choose If you choose that, then I am yours withal. May some god help me make my choice! Let's see. I will I will survey th' inscriptions back again. What does the lead casket What says this leaden casket? For some lead? Risk everything Must give--for what? For lead? Hazard for lead? This casket's inscription doesn't bode well.
If I am This casket threatens. Men that hazard all going to risk everything, it must be in hope of a big reward. Do it in hope of fair advantages.
A golden mind doesn't stoop to trash. I won't risk or give up A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross. But I do myself a 30 If thou beest rated by thy estimation, disservice in underestimating what I deserve. I deserve her Thou dost deserve enough, and yet enough by my noble birth and my wealth, by my good graces and May not extend so far as to the lady, good breeding.
But even more than this, I deserve her And yet to be afeard of my deserving because of my love for her. What if I didn't consider the Were but a weak disabling of myself. Let's see the saying 35 As much as I deserve! The In graces, and in qualities of breeding. They come from the four corners But more than these, in love I do deserve. The deserts of the What if I strayed no further, but chose here?
All the world desires her. They From the four corners of the earth they come cross the sea as if it is a little stream to see beautiful Portia.
To kiss this shrine, this mortal breathing saint. One of these three caskets contains her heavenly picture. Is 45 The Hyrcanian deserts and the vasty wilds it likely that ugly lead would contain her? I'd be damned if I Of wide Arabia are as thoroughfares now thought such a horrible thought. It would be too terrible to For princes to come view fair Portia.
Or is she in the silver The watery kingdom, whose ambitious head one, worth ten times less than gold? What a sinful thought! Spits in the face of heaven, is no bar Such a rich gem as she is has never been set in anything 50 To stop the foreign spirits, but they come worse than gold.
In England there's a gold coin that's As o'er a brook to see fair Portia. Give me the key. I choose this one, and hope that my To think so base a thought. It were too gross choice will bring me joy! O sinful thought!
Never so rich a gem Was set in worse than gold. But here an angel in a golden bed Lies all within. Here do I choose, and thrive I as I may! And if my There, take it, Prince. And if my form lie there picture is within, then I am yours. Then I am yours. Oh hell, what is this? A skull, and inside the eye socket is a A carrion death, within whose empty eye scroll.
I'll read what's written on it. Many a man has given up his life just to Often have you heard that told. But golden tombs contain nothing but Many a man his life hath sold worms. If you had been as wise as you were bold, with the 75 But my outside to behold. Had you been as wise as bold, Fare well. Your attempt to get Portia is unsuccessful and all Young in limbs, in judgment old, wasted effort. Portia, goodbye. My heart is too sad to take long in 80 Fare you well. Your suit is cold-- leaving.
This is how losers depart. Portia, adieu. I have too grieved a heart To take a tedious leave. Thus losers part. Close the curtains back up. I hope everyone Let all of his complexion choose me so. The ship was under sail. He came too late. The ship had already set sail. But it was But there the Duke was given to understand explained to the Duke that Lorenzo and his loving Jessica That in a gondola were seen together were seen together in a gondola.
Besides, Antonio told the Lorenzo and his amorous Jessica. Duke that those two were not with Bassanio in his ship. Jew uttered in the streets. He was yelling, "My daughter! O my ducats! O my daughter, Oh, my ducats! O my daughter, she ran away with a Fled with a Christian! O my Christian ducats! Oh, my ducats that now belong to a Christian! Justice, the law, my ducats, and my daughter!
Justice, and the law! My ducats and my daughter! And jewels--two valuable, 20 And jewels--two stones, two rich and precious stones-- precious stones--stolen by my own daughter! Justice, I Stol'n by my daughter! Justice, find the girl! She has the jewels with her, and the She hath the stones upon her, and the ducats.
Yes, indeed. I talked yesterday with a French person who I reasoned with a Frenchman yesterday, told me that there was a shipwreck in the narrow waters Who told me, in the narrow seas that part that separate England and France involving a ship from our 30 The French and English, there miscarried country carrying lots of riches.
I thought of Antonio when A vessel of our country richly fraught. I thought upon Antonio when he told me, And wished in silence that it were not his. But tell him 35 Yet do not suddenly, for it may grieve him. No gentleman is as kind as Antonio is. I saw Bassanio and I saw Bassanio and Antonio part. Bassanio told him he would come Bassanio told him he would make some speed back quickly and Antonio replied, "Don't rush. Don't Of his return. And don't worry about the But stay the very riping of the time.
And that was how they parted. As shall conveniently become you there. And so they parted. I think Bassanio means the world to Antonio. With some delight or other. Yes, let's do that. Draw the curtain straight.
Hurry, hurry, please. Close up the curtain right now. The The Prince of Arragon hath ta'en his oath Prince of Aragon has sworn his oath and now comes to And comes to his election presently.
Behold, there are the caskets, noble Prince. If you choose 5 If you choose that wherein I am contained, the one that contains a picture of me, we will get married Straight shall our nuptial rites be solemnized. But if you make the wrong choice, you must But if you fail, without more speech, my lord, leave here immediately, my lord, without saying another You must be gone from hence immediately.
And third, if I fail to make the To woo a maid in way of marriage; lastly, right choice, I must immediately be gone and leave you. If I do fail in fortune of my choice, 15 Immediately to leave you and be gone. Fortune now I am prepared to take the risk. Gold, silver, and base lead. Gold, silver, and lowly lead. Ha, let me see. What does the golden chest say? Hm, let me see. But you can't see through to what's on the Which pries not to th' interior, but like the martlet inside.
Those people are like martlet birds, who build their Builds in the weather on the outward wall, nests on the outer walls, obsessed with the outside. I will Even in the force and road of casualty. Well, then, Because I will not jump with common spirits on to the silver casket. Let's see again what your inscription And rank me with the barbarous multitudes. I agree with this saying, because who should attain good Tell me once more what title thou dost bear. I And well said too--for who shall go about wish estates, degrees, and jobs were not gotten corruptly, To cozen fortune and be honorable and that honor was given out based on merit!
If that were Without the stamp of merit? How many nobleman would be Were not derived corruptly, and that clear honor transformed into common peasants! And how many Were purchased by the merit of the wearer! But anyways, it's How many then should cover that stand bare! Give 45 How much low peasantry would then be gleaned me the key for this one, and I will unlock my fortune here From the true seed of honor! And how much honor right away. Picked from the chaff and ruin of the times To be new varnished!
Well, but to my choice. You've taken too much time for what you've found inside. The portrait of a blinking idiot What's here? The portrait of an idiot holding something for Presenting me a schedule! I will read it. How different this picture is from 55 How much unlike art thou to Portia! This is so unlike what I hoped for and what I How much unlike my hopes and my deservings! Do I deserve no better? Is that my prize?
Are my deserts no better? What does it say here? The kind of judgment that never chooses wrongly That did never choose amiss. Some people kiss shadows, Some there be that shadows kiss.
Take whatever wife you want to bed, but 70 Silvered o'er--and so was this. So go away. You must Take what wife you will to bed, leave. I came to woo Portia with the head of a fool, and now So be gone. You are sped. I leave with two fool's heads. Goodbye, sweet lady. And he's gone, like a moth that's flown too close to the O these deliberate fools! When they do choose, flame. These fools think it over so much! And when they They have the wisdom by their wit to lose.
The ancient saying is true: death and marriage are matters Hanging and wiving goes by destiny. Come on, close the curtain, Nerissa. Messenger Messenger Where is my lady? Where is my lady? What would my lord? I am here. He has A young Venetian, one that comes before gone ahead of his lord to tell you that his master is 90 To signify th' approaching of his lord, approaching.
He brings kind greetings and, in addition to From whom he bringeth sensible regreets, niceties and courteous manners, valuable gifts. I haven't yet To wit--besides commends and courteous breath-- seen any ambassador of love as likely to succeed as this Gifts of rich value.
Yet I have not seen one. This man coming ahead of his lord is sweeter than a So likely an ambassador of love. I am half afeard Enough, please. I'm worried next you'll tell me he's your Thou wilt say anon he is some kin to thee, cousin, since you praise him so much.
God of Love, please let it be Bassanio! What news is there from the Rialto now? The has lost a ship carrying many riches on the English Channel. Goodwins I think they call the place--a very dangerous It supposedly happened on a very dangerous, deadly 5 flat, and fatal, where the carcasses of many a tall ship sandbar I think they call The Goodwins 1 , where the 1 The Goodwin Sands are off the lie buried, as they say, if my gossip report be an remains of many tall ships lie buried.
That is, if this gossip mouth of the Thames. But it is true, husband. But it is true, at the risk of talking your ear off, without any slips of prolixity or crossing the plain that the good Antonio, the honest Antonio--oh, I wish I had highway of talk, that the good Antonio, the honest something to call him that was good enough to be next to Antonio--oh, that I had a title good enough to keep his his name!
Come on, get to the point. Why, the end is he hath lost a Hm, what are you saying? Oh, the point is that he has lost a ship.
I hope this is the last of his losses. How now, Shylock? What news among the merchants? How are you, Shylock? Antonio can't repay the loan, and without mercy, Shylock demands a pound of his flesh.
The heiress Portia, now the wife of Antonio's friend, dresses as a lawyer and saves Antonio. In Venice, a merchant named Antonio worries that his ships are overdue. When Antonio obtains a loan of money from Shylock to help his friend Bassanio woo the wealthy Portia, Shylock makes a stark bargain. As Bassanio and Portia fall in love, Antonio gets into trouble over the money. Dressed as a man, Portia brings Shylock to court. Teachers and parents! Struggling with distance learning?
Antonio, a leading merchant of Venice, is a wealthy, respected, and popular man. This bond doth give thee here no jot of blood; the words expressly are a pound of flesh. Take, then, thy bond. But, in the cutting it, if thou does shed one drop of Christian blood, thy lands and goods are by the laws of Venice confiscate unto Venice. Bassanio: Oh, upright judge! Mark, Jew; A Daniel has come to judgement!
Shylock: Is that the law? Portia: As thou urgest justice, thou shalt have justice, more than thou desirest. Shylock: I take this offer, then. Pay the bond thrice, and let the Christian go. Bassanio: Here is the money. Portia: Soft. The Jew shall have all justice. Soft; no haste. He shall have nothing but the penalty. Bassanio: A second Daniel! A Daniel, Jew! Portia: Why doth the Jew pause?
Take thy forfeiture. Shylock: Give me my principal, and let me go. Portia: He hath refused it in open court. He shall have merely justice and his bond. I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word. Shylock: Shall I not have barely my principal? Portia: Thou shalt have nothing but thy forfeiture, to be taken at thy peril. Shylock: Why, then, the devil give him good of it! Portia: Tarry, Jew. The law hath yet another hold on you.
By the laws of Venice, your wealth is forfeited to the state for having conspired against the life of one of its citizens. Your life lies at the mercy of him you conspired against. Therefore, down on your knees, and beg pardon. Antonio: I forgive thee before thou asks on the condition that you give half of all you possess to your daughter and become a Christian.
Portia: Art thou contented, Jew? What dost thou say. Shylock: I am content. Bassanio: In Christianing, thou shalt have two godfathers.
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