GRATIANO Signior Antonio?
ANTONIO Fie, fie, Gratiano! Where are all the rest?
'Tis nine o'clock: our friends all stay65 for you.
No masque tonight, the wind is come about66.
Bassanio presently will go aboard.
I have sent twenty out to seek for you.
GRATIANO I am glad on't. I desire no more delight
Than to be under sail and gone tonight.
Exeunt
[Act 2 Scene 7]
running scene 10
Location: Belmont
[Flourish of cornets.] Enter Portia with [the Prince of] Morocco and both their trains
PORTIA Go, draw aside the curtains and discover1
The several2 caskets to this noble prince.
Now make your choice.
The curtains are opened
MOROCCO The first, of gold, who4 this inscription bears:
'Who5 chooseth me shall gain what many men desire.'
The second, silver, which this promise carries,
'Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves.'
This third, dull8 lead, with warning all as blunt,
'Who chooseth me must give and hazard all he hath.'
How shall I know if I do choose the right?
PORTIA The one of them contains my picture, prince.
If you choose that, then I am yours withal12.
MOROCCO Some god direct my judgement! Let me see.
I will survey the inscriptions back14 again.
What says this leaden casket?
'Who chooseth me must give and hazard all he hath.'
Must give: for what? For lead? Hazard for lead?
This casket threatens. Men that hazard all
Do it in hope of fair advantages:
A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross20,
I'll then nor21 give nor hazard aught for lead.
What says the silver with her virgin hue22?
'Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves.'
As much as he deserves; pause there, Morocco,
And weigh25 thy value with an even hand:
If thou be'st rated26 by thy estimation,
Thou dost deserve enough, and yet enough
May not extend so far as to the lady.
And yet to be afeard of my deserving
Were but a weak disabling30 of myself.
As much as I deserve? Why, that's the lady.
I do in birth deserve her, and in fortunes,
In graces and in qualities of breeding,
But more than these, in love I do deserve.
What if I strayed no further, but chose here?
Let's see once more this saying graved36 in gold:
'Who chooseth me shall gain what many men desire.'
Why, that's the lady, all the world desires her.
From the four corners of the earth they come,
To kiss this shrine, this mortal breathing40 saint.
The Hyrcanian deserts41 and the vasty wilds
Of wide Arabia are as throughfares now
For princes to come view fair Portia.
The watery kingdom44, whose ambitious head
Spits in the face of heaven, is no bar
To stop the foreign spirits46, but they come,
As o'er a brook, to see fair Portia.
One of these three contains her heavenly picture.
Is't like49 that lead contains her? 'Twere damnation
To think so base50 a thought, it were too gross
To rib51 her cerecloth in the obscure grave.
Or shall I think in silver she's immured52,
Being ten times undervalued to53 tried gold?
O sinful thought! Never so rich a gem
Was set55 in worse than gold! They have in England
A coin that bears the figure of an angel56
Stamped in gold, but that's insculped57 upon,
But here an angel in a golden bed
Lies all within. Deliver me the key:
Here do I choose, and thrive I as I may!
PORTIA There, take it, prince, and if my form61 lie there,
Then I am yours.
He unlocks the gold casket
MOROCCO O hell! What have we here?
A carrion64 Death, within whose empty eye
There is a written scroll; I'll read the writing.
'All that glisters is not gold,
Reads
Often have you heard that told;
Many a man his life hath sold
But69 my outside to behold.
Gilded tombs do worms enfold.
Had you been as wise as bold,
Young in limbs, in judgement old72,
Your answer had not been inscrolled73:
Fare you well, your suit is cold.'
Cold, indeed, and labour lost.
Then farewell, heat, and welcome, frost!
Portia, adieu. I have too grieved a heart
To take a tedious78 leave. Thus losers part.
Exit [with his train. Flourish of cornets]
PORTIA A gentle riddance. Draw the curtains, go.
Let all of his complexion80 choose me so.
[They close the curtains and] exeunt
[Act 2 Scene 8]
running scene 11
Location: Venice
Enter Salerio and Solanio
SALERIO Why, man, I saw Bassanio under sail.
With him is Gratiano gone along;
And in their ship I am sure Lorenzo is not.
SOLANIO The villain Jew with outcries raised4 the duke,
Who went with him to search Bassanio's ship.
SALERIO He comes 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.
SOLANIO I never heard a passion12 so confused,
So strange, outrageous13, and so variable,
As the dog Jew did utter in the streets:
'My daughter! O my ducats! O my daughter!
Fled with a Christian! O my Christian ducats!
Justice, the law, my ducats, and my daughter!
A sealed bag, two sealed bags of ducats,
Of double ducats19, stol'n from me by my daughter!
And jewels, two stones20, two rich and precious stones,
Stol'n by my daughter! Justice! Find the girl,
She hath the stones upon her, and the ducats.'
SALERIO Why, all the boys in Venice follow him,
Crying, his stones24, his daughter, and his ducats.
SOLANIO Let good Antonio look25 he keep his day,
Or he shall pay for this.
SALERIO Marry, well remembered.
I reasoned28 with a Frenchman yesterday,
Who told me, in the narrow seas that part
The French and English29 there miscarried30
A vessel of our country richly fraught31.
I thought upon32 Antonio when he told me,
And wished in silence that it were not his.
SOLANIO You were best to tell Antonio what you hear;
Yet do not suddenly, for it may grieve him.
SALERIO 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 answered, 'Do not so,
Slubber40 not business for my sake, Bassanio,
But stay41 the very riping of the time.
And for42 the Jew's bond which he hath of me,
Let it not enter in your mind of43 love.
Be merry, and employ your chiefest thoughts
To courtship and such fair ostents45 of love
As shall conveniently become you46 there.'
And even there47, his eye being big with tears,
/> Turning his face, he put his hand behind him,
And with affection wondrous sensible49
He wrung Bassanio's hand, and so they parted.
SOLANIO I think he only loves the world for him51.
I pray thee let us go and find him out,
And quicken53 his embraced heaviness
With some delight or other.
SALERIO Do we so.
Exeunt
[Act 2 Scene 9]
running scene 12
Location: Belmont
Enter Nerissa and a Servitor
NERISSA Quick, quick, I pray thee draw the curtain
straight1.
The Servitor opens the curtains
The Prince of Aragon2 hath ta'en his oath,
And comes to his election3 presently.
Enter [the Prince of] Aragon, his train and Portia. Flourish of cornets
PORTIA Behold, there stand the caskets, noble prince.
If you choose that wherein I am contained,
Straight shall our nuptial rites be solemnized.
But if thou fail, without more speech, my lord,
You must be gone from hence immediately.
ARAGON I am enjoined9 by oath to observe three things:
First, never to unfold10 to anyone
Which casket 'twas I chose; next, if I fail
Of12 the right casket, never in my life
To woo a maid in way of marriage. Lastly,
If I do fail in fortune of my choice,
Immediately to leave you and be gone.
PORTIA To these injunctions everyone doth swear
That comes to hazard for my worthless self.
ARAGON And so have I addressed me18. Fortune now
To my heart's hope! Gold, silver, and base lead.
'Who chooseth me must give and hazard all he hath.'
You shall look fairer, ere I give or hazard.
What says the golden chest? Ha? Let me see:
'Who chooseth me shall gain what many men desire.'
What many men desire--that 'many' may be meant
By25 the fool multitude that choose by show,
Not learning more than the fond26 eye doth teach,
Which pries27 not to th'interior, but like the martlet
Builds in28 the weather on the outward wall,
Even in the force29 and road of casualty.
I will not choose what many men desire,
Because I will not jump31 with common spirits
And rank me with the barb'rous multitudes.
Why, then to thee, thou silver treasure-house.
Tell me once more what title thou dost bear:
'Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves.'
And well said too, for who shall go about
To cozen37 fortune and be honourable
Without the stamp of merit? Let none presume
To wear an undeserved dignity.
O, that estates, degrees40 and offices
Were not derived corruptly, and that clear41 honour
Were purchased42 by the merit of the wearer!
How many then should cover that stand bare43!
How many be commanded that command!
How much low peasantry would then be gleaned45
From the true seed46 of honour! And how much honour
Picked from the chaff and ruin of the times
To be new-varnished48! Well, but to my choice:
'Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves.'
I will assume desert50; give me a key for this,
And instantly unlock my fortunes here.
He opens the silver casket
PORTIA Too long a pause for that which you find
there.
Aside?
ARAGON What's here? The portrait of a blinking idiot
Presenting me a schedule54! I will read it.
How much unlike art thou to Portia.
How much unlike my hopes and my deservings.
'Who chooseth me shall have as much as he deserves.'
Did I deserve no more than a fool's head?
Is that my prize? Are my deserts no better?
PORTIA To offend and judge are distinct offices
And of opposed natures60.
ARAGON What is here?
'The fire seven times tried this63:
Reads
Seven times tried that judgement64 is
That did never choose amiss65.
Some there be that shadows66 kiss,
Such have but a shadow's bliss.
There be fools alive, iwis68,
Silvered o'er69, and so was this.
Take what wife you will to bed,
I71 will ever be your head.
So begone: you are sped72.'
Still more fool I shall appear
By the time74 I linger here.
With one fool's head I came to woo,
But I go away with two.
Sweet, adieu. I'll keep my oath,
Patiently to bear my wroth78.
[Exeunt Aragon and train]
PORTIA Thus hath the candle singed the moth.
O, these deliberate80 fools! When they do choose,
They have the wisdom by their wit to lose.
NERISSA The ancient saying is no heresy:
Hanging and wiving83 goes by destiny.
PORTIA Come, draw the curtain, Nerissa.
Nerissa closes the curtains
Enter Messenger
MESSENGER Where is my lady?
PORTIA Here, what would my lord86?
MESSENGER Madam, there is alighted at your gate
A young Venetian, one that comes before
To signify th'approaching of his lord,
From whom he bringeth sensible regreets90:
To wit91, besides commends and courteous breath,
Gifts of rich value; yet92 I have not seen
So likely an ambassador of love.
A day in April never came so sweet
To show how costly95 summer was at hand,
As this fore-spurrer96 comes before his lord.
PORTIA No more, I pray thee. I am half afeard
Thou wilt say anon he is some kin to thee,
Thou spend'st such high-day99 wit in praising him.
Come, come, Nerissa, for I long to see
Quick Cupid's post101 that comes so mannerly.
NERISSA Bassanio, Lord Love, if thy will it be!
Exeunt
Act 3 [Scene 1]
running scene 13
Location: Venice
Enter Solanio and Salerio
SOLANIO Now, what news on the Rialto?
SALERIO Why, yet it lives there unchecked2 that Antonio hath
a ship of rich lading3 wrecked on the narrow seas; the
Goodwins4, I think they call the place, a very dangerous flat
and fatal, where the carcasses of many a tall5 ship lie buried,
as they say, if my gossip6's report be an honest woman of her
word.
SOLANIO I would she were as lying a gossip in that as ever
knapped9 ginger or made her neighbours believe she wept for
the death of a third husband. But it is true, without any slips
of prolixity10 or crossing11 the plain highway of talk, that the
good Antonio, the honest Antonio--O that I had a title good
enough to keep his name company!--
SALERIO Come, the full stop14.
SOLANIO Ha, what sayest thou? Why, the end is, he hath lost
a ship.
SALERIO I would it might prove17 the end of his losses.
SOLANIO Let me say 'amen' betimes18, lest the devil cross my
prayer, for here he comes in the likeness of a Jew. How now,
Shylock! What news among the merchants?
Enter Shylock
SHYLOCK You knew, none so well, none so well as you, of my
daughter's flight.
S
ALERIO That's certain. I, for my part, knew the tailor that
made the wings24 she flew withal.
SOLANIO And Shylock, for his own part, knew the bird was
fledged26, and then it is the complexion of them all to leave the
dam27.
SHYLOCK She is damned for it.
SOLANIO That's certain, if the devil29 may be her judge.
SHYLOCK My own flesh and blood30 to rebel!
SOLANIO Out upon it31, old carrion! Rebels it at these years?
SHYLOCK I say, my daughter is my flesh and blood.
SALERIO There is more difference between thy flesh and hers
than between jet and ivory34, 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?
SHYLOCK There I have another bad match37: a bankrupt, a
prodigal, who dare scarce show his head on the Rialto, a
beggar that was used to come so smug upon the mart39. Let
him look to40 his bond. He was wont to call me usurer. Let him
look to his bond. He was wont to lend money for a Christian
courtesy41. Let him look to his bond.
SALERIO Why, I am sure if he forfeit, thou wilt not take his
flesh. What's that good for?
SHYLOCK To bait fish withal. If it will feed nothing else, it will
feed my revenge. He hath disgraced me, and hindered me46
half a million, laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains,
scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled48 my
friends, heated49 mine enemies, and what's the reason? I am a
Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs,
dimensions51, senses, affections, passions? Fed with the same
food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same
diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by
the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick
us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you
poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not
revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you
in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility58?
Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his
sufferance59 be by Christian example? Why, revenge. The
villainy you teach me I will execute, and it shall go hard but61
I will better the instruction62.
Enter a man from Antonio
SERVANT Gentlemen, my master Antonio is at his house and
desires to speak with you both.
SALERIO We have been up and down65 to seek him.
Enter Tubal
SOLANIO Here comes another of the tribe66. A third cannot be
matched67, unless the devil himself turn Jew.
Exeunt Gentlemen [Solanio, Salerio and Servant]
SHYLOCK How now, Tubal, what news from Genoa68? Hast thou
found my daughter?
TUBAL I often came where I did hear of her, but cannot
find her.
SHYLOCK Why, there, there, there, there! A diamond gone,
cost me two thousand ducats in Frankfurt73! The curse never
fell upon our nation till now, I never felt it till now. Two
thousand ducats in that, and other precious, precious jewels.
I would my daughter were dead at my foot, and the jewels in