ACT 1
Scene 2
...for my sake.
Enter Portia with her waiting woman Nerissa.
...this great world.
You would be, sweet madam, if your miseries
were in the same abundance as your good fortunes
are. And yet, for aught I see, they are as sick that
surfeit with too much as they that starve with
nothing. It is no mean happiness, therefore, to be
seated in the mean. Superfluity comes sooner by
white hairs, but competency lives longer.
...and well pronounced.
They would be better if well followed.
...nor refuse none?
Your father was ever virtuous, and holy men
at their death have good inspirations. Therefore the
lottery that he hath devised in these three chests of
gold, silver, and lead, whereof who chooses his
meaning chooses you, will no doubt never be
chosen by any rightly but one who you shall rightly
love. But what warmth is there in your affection
towards any of these princely suitors that are already
come?
...at my affection.
First, there is the Neapolitan prince.
...with a smith.
Then is there the County Palatine.
...from these two!
How say you by the French lord, Monsieur Le
Bon?
...never requite him.
What say you then to Falconbridge, the young
baron of England?
...his behavior everywhere.
What think you of the Scottish lord, his
neighbor?
...under for another.
How like you the young German, the Duke of
Saxony’s nephew?
...go without him.
If he should offer to choose, and choose the
right casket, you should refuse to perform your
father’s will if you should refuse to accept him.
...to a sponge.
You need not fear, lady, the having any of
these lords. They have acquainted me with their
determinations, which is indeed to return to their
home and to trouble you with no more suit, unless
you may be won by some other sort than your
father’s imposition depending on the caskets.
...a fair departure!
Do you not remember, lady, in your father’s
time, a Venetian, a scholar and a soldier, that came
hither in company of the Marquess of Montferrat?
...was he called.
True, madam. He, of all the men that ever my
foolish eyes looked upon, was the best deserving a
fair lady.
...at the door.
They exit.
ACT 2
Scene 1
...before the day.
Enter the Prince of Morocco, a tawny Moor all in white, and three or four followers accordingly, with Portia, Nerissa, and their train.
...cursed’st among men!
They exit.
Scene 7
...and gone tonight.
Enter Portia with the Prince of Morocco and both their trains.
...choose me so.
They exit.
Scene 9
...Do we so.
Enter Nerissa and a Servitor.
Quick, quick, I pray thee, draw the curtain straight.
The Prince of Arragon hath ta’en his oath
And comes to his election presently.
...wit to lose.
The ancient saying is no heresy:
Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.
...comes so mannerly.
Bassanio, Lord Love, if thy will it be!
They exit.
ACT 3
Scene 2
...our synagogue, Tubal.
Enter Bassanio, Portia, and all their trains, Gratiano, Nerissa.
...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!”
...this true, Nerissa?
Madam, it is, so you stand pleased withal.
...a thousand ducats.
What, and stake down?
...’twixt us twain.
They exit.
Scene 4
...I care not.
Enter Portia, Nerissa, Lorenzo, Jessica, and Balthazar, a man of Portia’s.
...think of us.
Shall they see us?
...I will practice.
Why, shall we turn to men?
...twenty miles today.
They exit.
ACT 4
Scene 1
...write mine epitaph.
Enter Nerissa, disguised as a lawyer’s clerk.
...Padua, from Bellario?
as Clerk
From both, my lord. Bellario greets your Grace.
Handing him a paper, which he reads, aside, while Shylock sharpens his knife on the sole of his shoe.
...Where is he?
as Clerk
He attendeth here hard by
To know your answer whether you’ll admit him.
...this currish Jew.
aside
’Tis well you offer it behind her back.
The wish would make else an unquiet house.
...be with you.
Portia and Nerissa exit.
Scene 2
...toward Belmont.—Come, Antonio.
Enter Portia and Nerissa, still in disguise.
...him sign it.
She gives Nerissa a paper.
...will I do.
as Clerk
Sir, I would speak with you.
Aside to Portia.
I’ll see if I can get my husband’s ring,
Which I did make him swear to keep forever.
...I will tarry.
as Clerk
Come, good sir, will you show me to this house?
They exit.
ACT 5
Scene 1
...Mark the music.
Enter Portia and Nerissa.
...a naughty world.
When the moon shone we did not see the candle.
...waters. Music, hark!
It is your music, madam, of the house.
...than by day.
Silence bestows that virtue on it, madam.
...home, my lord.
Gratiano and Nerissa talk aside.
...leave me not.”
What talk you of the posy or the value?
You swore to me when I did give it you
That you would wear it till your hour of death,
And that it should lie with you in your grave.
Though not for me, yet for your vehement oaths,
You should have been respective and have kept it.
Gave it a judge’s clerk! No, God’s my judge,
The clerk will ne’er wear hair on ’s face that had it.
...be a man.
Ay, if a woman live to be a man.
...see the ring!
to Gratiano
Nor I in yours
Till I again see mine!
...for my bedfellow.
And I his clerk. Therefore be well advised
How you do leave me to mine own protection.
...lay with me.
And pardon me, my gentle Gratiano,
For that same scrubbèd boy, the doctor’s clerk,
In lieu of this, last night did lie with me.
She shows a ring.
...make me cuckold?
Ay, but the clerk that never means to do it,
Unless he live until he be a man.
...too for you.
Ay, and I’ll give them him without a fee. Handing him a paper.
There do I give to you and Jessica,
From the rich Jew, a special deed of gift,
After his death, of all he dies possessed of.
...safe Nerissa’s ring.
They exit.