ACT 1
Scene 1
Enter Antonio, Salarino, and Solanio.

...to know myself.
Your mind is tossing on the ocean,
There where your argosies with portly sail
(Like signiors and rich burghers on the flood,
Or, as it were, the pageants of the sea)
Do overpeer the petty traffickers
That curtsy to them, do them reverence,
As they fly by them with their woven wings.

...make me sad.
My wind cooling my broth
Would blow me to an ague when I thought
What harm a wind too great might do at sea.
I should not see the sandy hourglass run
But I should think of shallows and of flats,
And see my wealthy Andrew docked in sand,
Vailing her high top lower than her ribs
To kiss her burial. Should I go to church
And see the holy edifice of stone
And not bethink me straight of dangerous rocks,
Which, touching but my gentle vessel’s side,
Would scatter all her spices on the stream,
Enrobe the roaring waters with my silks,
And, in a word, but even now worth this
And now worth nothing? Shall I have the thought
To think on this, and shall I lack the thought
That such a thing bechanced would make me sad?
But tell not me: I know Antonio
Is sad to think upon his merchandise.

...with better company.
I would have stayed till I had made you merry,
If worthier friends had not prevented me.

...occasion to depart.
Good morrow, my good lords.

...it be so?
We’ll make our leisures to attend on yours.
Salarino and Solanio exit.

ACT 2
Scene 4

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

...made good preparation.
We have not spoke us yet of torchbearers.

...of a torchbearer.
Ay, marry, I’ll be gone about it straight.

...some hour hence.
’Tis good we do so.
Salarino and Solanio exit.

Scene 6

...a daughter, lost.
Enter the masquers, Gratiano and Salarino.

...to make stand.
His hour is almost past.

...before the clock.
O, ten times faster Venus’ pigeons fly
To seal love’s bonds new-made than they are wont
To keep obligèd faith unforfeited.

... Enter Lorenzo.
Here comes Lorenzo. More of this hereafter.

...for us stay.
All but Gratiano exit.

Scene 8

...choose me so.
Enter Salarino and Solanio.
Why, man, I saw Bassanio under sail;
With him is Gratiano gone along;
And in their ship I am sure Lorenzo is not.

...search Bassanio’s ship.
He came 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.

...and the ducats.”
Why, all the boys in Venice follow him,
Crying “His stones, his daughter, and his ducats.”

...pay for this.
Marry, well remembered.
I reasoned with a Frenchman yesterday
Who told me, in the Narrow Seas that part
The French and English, there miscarrièd
A vessel of our country richly fraught.
I thought upon Antonio when he told me,
And wished in silence that it were not his.

...may grieve him.
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.
Slubber not business for my sake, Bassanio,
But stay the very riping of the time;
And for the Jew’s bond which he hath of me,
Let it not enter in your mind of love.
Be merry, and employ your chiefest thoughts
To courtship and such fair ostents of love
As shall conveniently become you there.”
And even there, his eye being big with tears,
Turning his face, he put his hand behind him,
And with affection wondrous sensible
He wrung Bassanio’s hand—and so they parted.

...delight or other.
Do we so.
They exit.

ACT 3
Scene 1

...will it be!
Enter Solanio and Salarino.

...on the Rialto?
Why, yet it lives there unchecked that Antonio
hath a ship of rich lading wracked on the
Narrow Seas—the Goodwins, I think they call the
place—a very dangerous flat, and fatal, where the
carcasses of many a tall ship lie buried, as they say,
if my gossip Report be an honest woman of her
word.

...his name company!—
Come, the full stop.

...lost a ship.
I would it might prove the end of his losses.

...my daughter’s flight.
That’s certain. I for my part knew the tailor
that made the wings she flew withal.

...damned for it.
That’s certain, if the devil may be her judge.

...and my blood.
There is more difference between thy flesh
and hers than between jet and ivory, 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?

...to his bond.
Why, I am sure if he forfeit, thou wilt not
take his flesh! What’s that good for?

...with you both.
We have been up and down to seek him.

...himself turn Jew.
Salarino, Solanio, and the Servingman exit.