ACT 1
Scene 1

...jest be laughable.
Enter Bassanio, Lorenzo, and Gratiano.

...not fail you.
You look not well, Signior Antonio.
You have too much respect upon the world.
They lose it that do buy it with much care.
Believe me, you are marvelously changed.

...a sad one.
Let me play the fool.
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come,
And let my liver rather heat with wine
Than my heart cool with mortifying groans.
Why should a man whose blood is warm within
Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?
Sleep when he wakes? And creep into the jaundice
By being peevish? I tell thee what, Antonio
(I love thee, and ’tis my love that speaks):
There are a sort of men whose visages
Do cream and mantle like a standing pond
And do a willful stillness entertain
With purpose to be dressed in an opinion
Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit,
As who should say “I am Sir Oracle,
And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark.”
O my Antonio, I do know of these
That therefore only are reputed wise
For saying nothing, when, I am very sure,
If they should speak, would almost damn those ears
Which, hearing them, would call their brothers fools.
I’ll tell thee more of this another time.
But fish not with this melancholy bait
For this fool gudgeon, this opinion.—
Come, good Lorenzo.—Fare you well a while.
I’ll end my exhortation after dinner.

...lets me speak.
Well, keep me company but two years more,
Thou shalt not know the sound of thine own tongue.

...for this gear.
Thanks, i’ faith, for silence is only commendable
In a neat’s tongue dried and a maid not vendible.
Gratiano and Lorenzo exit.

ACT 2
Scene 2

...be done herein.
Enter Gratiano.
to Leonardo
Where’s your master?

...sir, he walks.
Signior Bassanio!

... Gratiano!
I have suit to you.

...have obtained it.
You must not deny me. I must go with you
to Belmont.

...lose my hopes.
Signior Bassanio, hear me.
If I do not put on a sober habit,
Talk with respect, and swear but now and then,
Wear prayer books in my pocket, look demurely,
Nay more, while grace is saying, hood mine eyes
Thus with my hat, and sigh and say “amen,”
Use all the observance of civility
Like one well studied in a sad ostent
To please his grandam, never trust me more.

...see your bearing.
Nay, but I bar tonight. You shall not gauge me
By what we do tonight.

...have some business.
And I must to Lorenzo and the rest.
But we will visit you at supper time.
They exit.

Scene 4

...thy loving wife.
Enter Gratiano, Lorenzo, Salarino, and Solanio.

...in an hour.
We have not made good preparation.

...hand that writ.
Love news, in faith!

...we do so.
Was not that letter from fair Jessica?

...as thou goest;
Handing him the letter.

...be my torchbearer.
They exit.

Scene 6

...a daughter, lost.
Enter the masquers, Gratiano and Salarino.
This is the penthouse under which Lorenzo
Desired us to make stand.

...is almost past.
And it is marvel he outdwells his hour,
For lovers ever run before the clock.

...obligèd faith unforfeited.
That ever holds. Who riseth from a feast
With that keen appetite that he sits down?
Where is the horse that doth untread again
His tedious measures with the unbated fire
That he did pace them first? All things that are,
Are with more spirit chasèd than enjoyed.
How like a younger or a prodigal
The scarfèd bark puts from her native bay,
Hugged and embracèd by the strumpet wind;
How like the prodigal doth she return
With overweathered ribs and raggèd sails,
Lean, rent, and beggared by the strumpet wind!

...with you straight.
Now, by my hood, a gentle and no Jew!

... Who’s there?
Signior Antonio?

...seek for you.
I am glad on ’t. I desire no more delight
Than to be under sail and gone tonight.
They exit.

ACT 3
Scene 2

...our synagogue, Tubal.
Enter Bassanio, Portia, and all their trains, Gratiano, Nerissa.

...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 honors mean to solemnize
The bargain of your faith, I do beseech you
Even at that time I may be married too.

...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.
Your fortune stood upon the caskets there,
And so did mine, too, as the matter falls.
For wooing here until I sweat again,
And swearing till my very roof was dry
With oaths of love, at last (if promise last)
I got a promise of this fair one here
To have her love, provided that your fortune
Achieved her mistress.

...mean good faith?
Yes, faith, my lord.

...in your marriage.
We’ll play with them the first boy for a
thousand ducats.

...and stake down?
No, we shall ne’er win at that sport and
stake down.

Enter Lorenzo, Jessica, and Salerio, a messenger from Venice.
But who comes here? Lorenzo and his infidel?
What, and my old Venetian friend Salerio?

...opens the letter.
Nerissa, cheer yond 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.

...’twixt us twain.
They exit.

ACT 4
Scene 1

...set you forth.
Enter the Duke, the Magnificoes, Antonio, Bassanio, Salerio, and Gratiano, with Attendants.

...that bankrout there.
Not on thy sole but on thy soul, harsh Jew,
Thou mak’st thy knife keen. But no metal can,
No, not the hangman’s axe, bear half the keenness
Of thy sharp envy. Can no prayers pierce thee?

...enough to make.
O, be thou damned, inexecrable dog,
And for thy life let justice be accused;
Thou almost mak’st me waver in my faith,
To hold opinion with Pythagoras
That souls of animals infuse themselves
Into the trunks of men. Thy currish spirit
Governed a wolf who, hanged for human slaughter,
Even from the gallows did his fell soul fleet,
And whilst thou layest in thy unhallowed dam,
Infused itself in thee, for thy desires
Are wolfish, bloody, starved, and ravenous.

...make the offer.
I have a wife who I protest I love.
I would she were in heaven, so she could
Entreat some power to change this currish Jew.

...state of Venice.
O upright judge!—Mark, Jew.—O learnèd judge!

...than thou desir’st.
O learnèd judge!—Mark, Jew, a learnèd judge!

...but the penalty.
O Jew, an upright judge, a learnèd judge!

...goods are confiscate.
A second Daniel! A Daniel, Jew!
Now, infidel, I have you on the hip.

...and his bond.
A Daniel still, say I! A second Daniel!—
I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word.

...of the Duke.
Beg that thou mayst have leave to hang thyself!
And yet, thy wealth being forfeit to the state,
Thou hast not left the value of a cord;
Therefore thou must be hanged at the state’s charge.

...render him, Antonio?
A halter gratis, nothing else, for God’s sake!

...but do it.
In christ’ning shalt thou have two godfathers.
Had I been judge, thou shouldst have had ten more,
To bring thee to the gallows, not to the font.

...Away, make haste.
Gratiano exits.

Scene 2

...welcome to Lorenzo.
Enter Gratiano.
Fair sir, you are well o’erta’en.
My Lord Bassanio, upon more advice,
Hath sent you here this ring, and doth entreat
Your company at dinner.
He gives her a ring.

...old Shylock’s house.
That will I do.

...to this house?
They exit.

ACT 5
Scene 1

...sun is hid.
Enter Bassanio, Antonio, Gratiano, and their followers.

...home, my lord.
Gratiano and Nerissa talk aside.

...this breathing courtesy.
to Nerissa
By yonder moon I swear you do me wrong!
In faith, I gave it to the judge’s clerk.
Would he were gelt that had it, for my part,
Since you do take it, love, so much at heart.

...What’s the matter?
About a hoop of gold, a paltry ring
That she did give me, whose posy was
For all the world like cutler’s poetry
Upon a knife, “Love me, and leave me not.”

...that had it.
He will, an if he live to be a man.

...be a man.
Now, by this hand, I gave it to a youth,
A kind of boy, a little scrubbèd boy,
No higher than thyself, the judge’s clerk,
A prating boy that begged it as a fee.
I could not for my heart deny it him.

...ring defending it.
My Lord Bassanio gave his ring away
Unto the judge that begged it, and indeed
Deserved it, too. And then the boy, his clerk,
That took some pains in writing, he begged mine,
And neither man nor master would take aught
But the two rings.

...mine own protection.
Well, do you so. Let not me take him, then,
For if I do, I’ll mar the young clerk’s pen.

...shows a ring.
Why, this is like the mending of highways
In summer, where the ways are fair enough!
What, are we cuckolds ere we have deserved it?

...knew you not?
Were you the clerk that is to make me cuckold?

...all things faithfully.
Let it be so. The first inter’gatory
That my Nerissa shall be sworn on is
Whether till the next night she had rather stay
Or go to bed now, being two hours to day.
But were the day come, I should wish it dark
Till I were couching with the doctor’s clerk.
Well, while I live, I’ll fear no other thing
So sore as keeping safe Nerissa’s ring.
They exit.