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righteous and does what is lawful and right if he has not exacted usury nor

taken any increase but has withdrawn his hand from all iniquity and execute a

true judgment between men and men if he has walked in my statutes and kept my

judgment faithfully then he is just and he shall surely live but if he has

exacted usury and taken

Sir Lorenzo!

I think we should leave it at that.

Good night, Jessica.

Jessica.

In truth, I know not why I'm so sad.

It wearies me.

You say it wearies you.

And such a want with sadness makes me that I have much ado to know myself.

Your mind is totting on the ocean.

Believe me, sir, had I a such venture for, the better part of my affection

would be with my hopes abroad.

I should be still.

plucking the grass to know where sits the wind, peering in maps for ports and

piers and roads, and every object that might make me feel misfortune to my

ventures, out of doubt would make me sad.

My wind, cooling my breath, would blow me to a fever if I thought what harm a

wind too great might do at sea.

Believe me, no.

By then you're in love.

Fie, fie, fie.

Not in love either?

Then let us say you are sad, because you are not merry.

Here comes my lord Bassanio.

Ah, good morrow, my good lord. Signors both, when shall we laugh? Say when.

We shall make our leisures to fit in with yours.

Bassanio. Renew.

My Lord Bassanio, since you have found Antonio, we too will leave you.

You look not well, Signor Antonio.

You have too much respect upon the world.

They lose it, they do buy it with much care. I hold the world but as the world,

Gaziano.

A stage where every man must play his part.

And mine a sad one.

Gone good, Lorenzo.

Fare thee well a while, and then my exhortation after dinner.

Fare thee well.

Graziano speaks an infinite deal of nothing.

More than any man in all of Venice.

Tell me now... that which

today you promised to tell me of.

Tis not unknown to you, Antonio, how much I have disabled mine estate.

But my chief care is to come squarely out of the great debts wherein my

youth...

Something too prodigal has left me pledged.

To you, Antonio, I owe the most in money and in love.

And from your love, I have a warranty to unburden all my plots and purposes, how

to get clear of all the debts I owe.

I pray you, Gubasani, will let me know.

And if it stand...

as you yourselves still do, within the eye of honour, be assured my purse, my

person, my extremist means, lie all unlocked to your occasion.

In Belmont is a lady richly left, and she is fair,

and fairer than that word of wondrous virtues.

Sometimes, from her eyes, I did receive fair, speechless messages.

Her name is Portia.

No less a beauty than Cato's daughter, Brutus Portia.

Nor is the wide world ignorant of her worth, for the four winds blow in from

every coast renowned suitors.

Oh, my Antonio.

the means to hold a rival place with one of them, then I should

questionless be fortunate.

Thou know'st my fortunes are at sea.

Neither have I money nor commodity to raise a present sum.

Therefore go forth.

Try what my credit can in Venice do.

It shall be racked even to the uttermost to furnish you to Belmont and

fair Portia.

I swear to you, Nerissa, I am aweary of this great world.

You would be, sweet madam, if your miseries were as plentiful as your good

fortunes are.

And yet, from what I see, they are as sick that habit in excess as those that

starve with nothing. If doing were as easy as knowing what we're good to do,

chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces.

But this reasoning is not in the way to choose me a husband.

Oh, the word choose.

I mean, either choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike.

So is the will of a living daughter ruled by a dead father?

Oh, is it not hard, Nerissa, that I cannot choose one, nor refuse none?

Your father was always virtuous.

and holy men at their death have good inspirations.

Therefore the luxury that he devised in these three chests of gold and silver

and lead, so that who chooses his meaning chooses you, no doubt only be

guessed rightly by someone who you shall rightly love.

Right.

What warmth is there in your affection towards any of these princely suitors

that are already come? I pray you name them.

And as you name them, I will describe them according to my description level

at my affection.

I see you by the French Lord, Monsieur Le Bon.

Oh, God.

God made him, and therefore let him pass for a man.

I know it is a sin to be a mocker, but he... We'll say then to Falkenbridge,

the young Baron of England.

How oddly he's suited.

And the Duke of Saxon, his nephew.

And then?

Very early in the morning when he is sober, and most finally in the afternoon

when he is drunk.

If you 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.

Now, for fear of the worst, I pray thee, set a deep glass of reddish wine on the

contrary casket.

I will do anything, Larissa, and I will be married to a sponge.

Three thousand ducats.

Wow.

Nice. For three months.

For three months.

Witches, I told you. Antonio shall be bound.

Antonio shall be bound?

May you help me?

Will you pleasure me?

Shall I know your answer?

Three thousand decades for three months.

And Antonio bound.

Your answer tonight.

Antonio is a good man.

Have you heard any imputation to the country?

No, no, no, no, no. My meaning in saying that he is a good man is to help you

understand that he is of good credit.

Yet his means are in question.

He hath a ship bound for Tripolis, another to the Indies.

I understand moreover upon the Rialto he hath a third ship at Mexico, a fourth

for England.

and other ventures he had squandered abroad.

But ships are but boards.

Sailors are but men.

There be land rats and water rats, water thieves and land thieves.

I mean, pirates.

Then there is the peril of waters, winds, and rocks.

The man is, notwithstanding, of good credit.

Three thousand ducats.

I think I may take his bond.

Be assured you may.

May I speak with Antonio?

If you please, you dine with us.

Yes, to smell pork, to eat of the habitation which your prophet the

Nazarite conjured the devil into.

I will buy with you, sell with you, walk with you, talk with you and so

following, but I will not eat with you, nor drink with you.

Not pray with me.

Because he comes here.

This is Signor Antonio.

Antonio!

Antonio.

I'm like a fallen publican here.

Sherlock! Sherlock, you're here!

I am debating of my present story.

And by the near guess of my memory, I cannot instantly raise up the gross for

3,000 pounds. But Tubal, a wealthy Hebrew of my tribe, will

furnish me. Benjamin, go, seek out Tubal.

But Soft, how many months?

Rest you fair.

Good sin you.

Your worship was the last man in our mouths.

Is he yet possessed how much he would?

Aye, aye. Three thousand ducats.

And for three months?

Ah, I forgot.

Three months, you told me so.

But soft, um... My thoughts, you said you neither lend nor borrow with

interest.

I do never use it.

Well, 3,000 ducats, just a good round sum.

Lancelot, the rates.

Three months from 12.

Let me see the rates.

Well, Shiloh, shall we be beholden to you?

Signor Antonio, many a time and oft in the rialto you

have reviled me about my monies and my nuisances.

Still I have borne it with a patient shrug, for sufferance is the badge

of all our tribe.

You call me misbeliever Cutthroat dog and spit upon my

Jewish cavity and all for use of that which is my no well

It now appears You need my help You come to me

and you say shy luck We would have money you say so you that

did void your room upon my beard

And kick me as you spurn a stranger cur over your threshold. Money is your suit.

What should I say to you?

Should I not say, have a dog money?

Is it possible a cur can lend 3,000 ducats?

Or shall I bend low?

And in a slavish voice, with bated breath and whispering humbleness, say

this. Fair sir, you spat on me on Wednesday last. You spurned me such a

day. Another time, you called me dog.

And for these courtesies, I'll lend you thus much money. I would like to call

you so again.

To spit on you again, to spurn you too. If you would lend this money, lend it

not unto your friends, for when did friendship take a breed for barren metal

from its friend?

But lend it rather... to your enemy, who, if he break, you may with better

face exact the penalty.

Why, look how you storm. I would be friends with you and have your love.

Forget the state that you have shamed me with.

Supply your present wants and take not a drop of interest for my

monies, and you'll not hear me.

This is kind, I offer.

This is kindness.

No, this kindness I will show.

Go with me to a notary and seal me there your single bond.

And in a merry sport, if you repay me not on such a day, in such a

place, such a sum or sums as are expressed in the condition.

Let the forfeit be nominated for an equal pound of

your fair flesh to be cut off and taken

in what part of your body pleaseth me.

Contentify.

I'll seal such a bond and say there is much kindness in the Jew.

You shall not seal such a bond for me.

I'd rather live in my necessity.

I fear not, man.

I will not forfeit it.

Within these two months, as a month before this bond expires, I do expect

return of thrice-three times the value of this bond.

Oh, Father Abraham, what these Christians are, whose own hard dealings

teaches them, suspect the thoughts of others, I pray you, tell me this.

If he should break his day, what should I gain?

By the exaction of the forfeiture. A pound of a man's flesh taken from a man

is not so estimable, profitable neither, as flesh of muttons, beefs, or goats.

I say to buy.

his favor, I extend this friendship.

If he will take it, so. If not, I do.

And for my love, I pray you, wrong me not.

Shylock, I will seal unto this bond.

Dislike me not for my complexion, the shadowed livery of the burnished sun to

whom I am a neighbor and near-bred.

Bring me the fairest creature, northward born, where the sun's fire scarce thaws

the icicles, and let us make incision for your love to prove whose blood is

reddest, his or mine.

I tell thee, lady.

This aspect of mine hath feared the valiant. Yea, by my love, I swear.

The most regarded virgins of our clime hath loved it too.

I would not change this hue, except to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen.

In terms of choice, I am not solely led by nice direction of a maiden's eyes.

Instead, the lottery of my destiny bars me the right of voluntary choosing.

But if my father had not restrained me, and hedged me by his wit to yield

myself as wife to him who wins me by that means I told you, yourself,

renowned prince, then stood as fair as any comer I have looked on yet for my

affection.

Even for that, I thank you.

Therefore, I pray you, lead me to the casket to try my fortune.

I pray you, Leonardo, these things being bought and orderly bestowed, return in

haste, for I do feast tonight my best esteemed acquaintance.

Let supper be ready at the latest by nine o'clock.

See that these letters are delivered.

And put the livery to the making.

Certainly my conscience would forbid me to run from this Jew, my master.

Halt!

I pray you, which way to the master, Jews?

Do you not know me, father?

Lord, how art thou changed?

How dost thou thy master agree?

I've brought him a present.

Famished in his service, father.

I'm glad you've come.

Give your present to our master Bassanio, who indeed gives rare new

liveries.

Signor.

Bassanio!

Bassanio!

Graziano. I answer to you.

You have obtained it.

You must not deny me.

I must go with you to Belmont.

Why, then you must. But hear thee, Graziano, you are too wild, too rude,

too bold a voice.

Things that become you happily enough, and in such eyes as ours, appears not

false. But where you are not known, why, there they show something too liberal.

pray you take pain to dilute with some cold drops of modesty your skipping

spirit lest through your wild behavior i be misconstrued in the place i go and

lose my hopes signor bassanio hear me if i do not put on a

sober habit to talk with respect and swear but now and then look demurely nay

more while grace is saying hood mine eyes thus with my hat

And sigh and say, Amen.

Never trust me more.

Well, we shall see your bearing.

Nay, but I bark tonight.

You shall not gauge me by what we do tonight.

God bless you, Worship.

Signor Bassanio.

Many thanks.

Would you something for me?

Here is my son, sir. A poor boy.

Not a poor boy, sir, but the rich Jew's man that would, sir, as my father shall

specify. He hath a great infection, sir, as one would say, to serve.

Indeed, sir, the short and the long is I serve the Jew and have a desire, as my

father shall specify.

To be brief, the very truth is, as my father being an old man shall fruitify

unto you... I have here a dish of doves I would bestow upon your worship.

And my suit is... In very brief, the suit is impertinent to myself, as your

worship shall know by this honest old man. And though I say it, though old

man, yet poor man, my father.

One speak for both. What would you?

Serve you, sir.

That is the very defect of the matter, sir.

You have obtained your suit.

If it be preferment to leave a rich Jew's service to become the follower of

so poor a gentleman.

The old proverb is very well parted between my master Shylock and you, sir.

You have the grace of God, sir, and he has enough.

You speak it well.

Give him a livery more guarded than his fellows. See it done.

I'm sorry you will leave my father so.

Our house is hell, and you and Mary Devil did rub it of some taste of

tediousness.

And, Lancelot, soon at supper shall you see Lorenzo, who is thy new master's

guest.

Give him this letter.

Do it secretly.

And so, farewell.

I would not have my father see me talk with thee.

Adieu.

Tears exhibit my tongue, the most beautiful pagan, the most sweet Jew.

Oh, Lorenzo, if thou keep promise, I shall end this strife, becoming

Christian and your loving wife.

You will see.

Your eyes will be the judge, the difference of old Shylock and Bassanio.

You will not go and die with him, as you have done with me, nor sleep and snore

and wear apparel out.

Not with him.

Jessica, I say.

Why, Jessica.

Who bids you call?

I do not bid you call.

Your worship was used to say I could do nothing without bidding.

Huh?

Call you?

What's your will?

I am bid forth this supper, Jessica.

Here are my keys.

Wherefore should I go?

I am not bid for love.

Oh, they flatter me.

Yet I will go and feed upon the prodigal Christian.

Jessica, my girl, look to my house.

I am right loath to go.

There is some ill a-brewing toward my rest.

For I did dream of moneybags tonight.

I beseech you, sir, go.

My young master expects your reproach.

And so do I his.

And they've conspired together?

I will not say you shall see a mask, but if you do, it was not for nothing that

my nose fell a-bleeding on Black Monday last, six o'clock in the morning.

What are their masks?

Hear you me, Jessica.

Clamber not you up to the casements, then, nor thrust your head into the

public street to gaze on Christian fools with varnished faces.

Let not the sound of shallow foppery enter my sober house.

Oh, by Jacob's staff, I swear I have no mind of feasting forth tonight.

But I will go.

Go you before Sarah say I will come.

I will go before, sir.

Mistress, look out the window for all this.

There will come a Christian boy who will be worth a due essay.

What says that fool of Hagar's offspring?

Huh?

His words of farewell, mistress.

Nothing else.

The fool is kind enough, but a huge feeder snails slow in profit, and he

sleeps by day more than a tomcat.

Therefore, I part.

Well, Jessica, go in. Perhaps I will return immediately.

Do as I bid you.

I have a father, you a daughter lost.

How do I know if I do choose the right?

The one of them contains my picture prints.

If you choose that, then I'm yours withal.

Some God direct my judgment.

Let me see.

Who chooseth me must give and hazard all he hath.

Must give?

For what?

For lead?

Hazard for lead?

This casket, my friends, threatens.

Men who hazard all do it in hope of fair advantages.

A golden mind stoops not to show up dross, eh?

I'll then no give no hazard ought for lead, eh?

What says the silver with her virgin hue?

Who chooseth me shall gain as much as he deserve.

Pause there, Morocco.

And weigh thy value with an even hand.

I do in birth deserve her, and in fortunes, and in graces, and in

qualities of... But if I strain no further but choose

her... Who

chooseth me will

gain what many men...

Desire.

Why, that's the lady.

All of the world desires her.

From the four corners of the earth, I come to kiss this shrine.

This mortal breathing scent.

Deliver me the key. Here do I choose.

And thrive as I may.

There, take it, prince.

And if my form lie there, I am yours.

O Hel, what have we here?

All that glistens is not gold.

Often have you heard that told.

Gilded tombs do worms enfold.

Are you well?

Your suit is cold.

To the bearer of my fortune, Shylock, I give thanks.

And to best esteemed acquaintances, Antonio, for good health.

Another hand.

In faith it is a fair hand.

And whiter than the paper it writ on is the fair hand at writ. We love news in

faith.

Meet me some alliance.

This is the penthouse under which Lorenzo desired us to make stand.

His hour is almost past.

And it is a marvelly outstays his hour, for lovers always run before the clock.

That ever holds.

Who rises from a feast with that keen appetite that eases down?

Sweet friends, your patience for my long delay.

Oh!

Who's within?

Tell me for more certainty, albeit I swear that I do know your tongue.

Lorenzo, and thy love.

Lorenzo, certain, and my love indeed.

For who I love so much.

And now who knows but you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours.

Heaven and thy thoughts are witness that thou art.

Here, catch this castle. No!

It is worth the pains.

Glad this night you do not look on me, for I am much ashamed of my disguise.

But lovers blind, and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves

commit.

For if they could, Cupid himself would blush to see me thus transformed into a

boy.

Descend, for you must be my torchbearer.

It is enough of discovery, love, and I should be obscured.

So are you, sweet, even in the lovely garnish of a boy.

But come once, for the closed night doth play the runaway.

I will kill myself with some more ducats and be with you straight.

condemn me, but I love her heartily.

For she is wise, if I can judge of her.

And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true. And true she is, as she hath

proved herself.

And therefore, like herself, wise, fair, and true, shall she be placed in my

constant soul.

No!

Who's that?

Bye-bye, Graziano.

It's ten o'clock.

Our friends all wait for you.

Oh, my God.

The wind has come about. The Sarnia soon will come aboard.

I have sent twenty out to seek for you.

Jessica! Jessica!

Jessica!

I will make some speed at my return.

Hurry not, business, for my sake, Bassanio, but save the very ripe ink of

the time.

And for the Jew's bond that he has with me, let him not enter your mind of love.

be merry, and employ your cheapest thoughts to courtship such fair displays

of love as may conveniently become you there.

I never heard a passion so confused, so strange, outrageous, and so variable as

the dull Jew did utter in the streets.

My daughter.

Oh, my ducats.

Oh, my daughter.

The villain Jew, with outcries, raised the Duke, who went with him to search

Bassanio's ship.

He came too late.

The ship was under sail.

Let good Antonio Loki keep his day.

Or he shall pay for this.

Mary, all remembered.

I reasoned with a Frenchman yesterday who told me in the narrow seas that part

the French and English.

They miscarried a vessel of that country richly full.

I thought upon Antonio when he told me and wished in silence that it were not

his.

taken his oath and comes to his election presently.

Music.

Who

chooses

me must give and hazard all he has.

You shall look fairer ere I give or hazard

What

says the golden chest

Huh, let me see

Who chooses me shall gain

What many men desire.

I will not choose what many men desire because I will not jump

with common spirits and rank me with the barbarous multitude.

who chooses me shall get as much as he deserves.

And well said too.

Give me a key for this.

And instantly unlock my fortunes here.

a pause for that which you find there.

What's here?

The portrait of a blinking idiot presenting me a schedule?

Did I deserve no more than a fool's head?

Is that my prize?

my deserts, no matter.

To offend and judge are distinct offices and have opposing niches.

With one fool's head, I came to woo.

But I go away with two.

Antonio's ship is wrecked. Gone down with all hands. All merchandise lost.

What news on the Rialto?

Why, yet it lives there unchecked that Antonio has a ship of rich lading

wrecked on the narrow seas.

Goodwins, I think they call the place. A very dangerous flat and fatal, where the

carcasses of many a tall ship lie bellied.

What say you? I would it might prove the end of his losses.

How now, Shylock?

What news amongst the merchants?

You knew of my daughter's flight.

None so well.

None so well as you.

And Shylock, for his own part, knew the bird was fledged.

And then it is the complexion of them all to leave the dam.

She be damned for it. Tell us.

Do you hear whether Antonio have had any loss at sea or no?

Let him look to his bond.

He was wont to call me usurer. Let him look to his bond.

He was wont to lend money for Christian courtesy.

Let him look to his bond.

I'm sure if you forfeit...

He will not take his flesh.

What's that good for?

To bait fish withal.

If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.

He hath disgraced me and hindered me half a million, laughed

at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation.

thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies, and what's his

reason? I am a Jew!

Have that a Jew eyes?

Have that a Jew hands?

Organs? Dimensions?

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 rogue 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 humility?

Revenge? If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be?

By Christian example.

Why revenge?

The villainy you teach me, I will execute, and it shall go hard, but I

will bet the instruction.

Antonio is at his house.

We should speak with him.

What news from

Genoa?

Have you found my daughter?

I often came where I did hear of her, but cannot find her.

There, there, there.

A diamond gone cost me 2,000 ducats in

Frankfurt.

The curse never fell upon our nation till now.

I never felt it till now.

I would my daughter were dead at my foot.

And the Jew in her ear.

No news of them.

Okay, loss upon loss.

The thief gone with so much and so much to find the thief.

And no satisfaction.

No event No, we luck stirring but what

flights on my shoulders No Size

but of my breathing No tears

but of my shedding yes Other men have ill luck to

Antonio

As I heard in Genoa.

What?

What, what? You look.

As a ship wrecked coming from Tripolis.

Oh, thank God.

Thank God.

Oh.

Heard you in Genoa. What?

Your daughter spent in Genoa.

As I heard, one night, four scored ducats.

You stick a dagger in me.

I shall never see my gold again.

Four scored ducats.

At a sitting.

Four scored ducats.

There came various 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 he had of your daughter

for a monkey.

Jubal, you torture me.

It was my taqwa.

I had it of Leah, her mother, when I was a bachelor.

I would not have given it away for a wilderness of monkeys.

But Antonio is certainly undone.

That is true.

Bespeak him a fortnight before.

I will have Antonio's heart, if he forfeit.

Go, put you at a synagogue. Thank you.

Madame!

There is alighted at your gate a young Venetian, one who comes to signify the

approaching of his lord.

I have not seen so likely an ambassador of love.

A day in April never came so sweet to show how costly summer was at hand as

this forerunner comes before his lord.

No more, I pray you. I'm half afraid you will say anon here's some kin to you.

You spend such high day wit in praising him.

Come.

Come, Nerissa, for I long to see quick Cupid's post that comes so manly.

A sunny, oh, Lord, love, if you will it be.

There's something tells me, but it is not love.

I would not lose you.

Your self knows hate counsels not in such a quality.

I would detain you here a month or two, before you venture for me.

I could teach you how to choose right.

But then I break my oath.

That will I never do.

So may you miss me.

And if you do, you'll make me wish that sin that I had broke my oath.

Condemn me with your eyes.

They have all looked 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...

For as I am, I live upon the rack.

Upon the rack, Bassanio?

Then confess what treason there is mingled with your love.

None, but that ugly treason of mistrust, which makes me fear the enjoying of my

love. Aye, but I fear you speak upon the rack, when men in force do speak

anything.

Promise me life, and I'll confess the truth.

Well, then.

Confess and live.

Confess and love.

Has been the very sum of my confession.

But let me do my fortune.

And the caskets.

Away then.

I am locked in one of them.

themselves the world is still deceived with ornament

in law what please 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.

Look on beauty, and you shall see

tis purchased.

none of you, O pale and common drudge, tween man and man, but you,

O meagre lead, which rather threatens than does promise

aught.

Your paleness moves me more.

Here, choose I.

Joy be the consequence.

Oh, love, be moderate.

I like your ecstasy.

I feel too much your blessing. Make it less, for fear I serve it.

What find I here?

Fair Portia's counterfeit.

What

demigod

has come so near creation?

Move these eyes or whether riding on the balls of mine seem they in motion

But our eyes how could he see to do them

But look how far the substance of my praise does wrong this shadow and under

praising it So far this shadow doth limp behind

the substance

Here's the scroll, the continent and summary of my fortune.

You that choose not by the view, chance is fair and choose is true.

Since this fortune falls on you, be content and seek no new.

If you be well pleased with this, then hold your fortune for your bliss.

Turn you where your lady is and claim her with a loving kiss.

A gentle stroll.

Fair lady, by your leave, I come by note

to give.

To receive.

Like one or two contending in a prize that thinks he has done well in people's

eyes, hearing applause and universal shout, Gideon's spirit still gazing and

in doubt is doubtful whether what I see be true.

Until confirmed, signed, ratified.

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 virtues, beauties, livings,

friends, exceed account.

But the full sum of me is sum of something which, determined gross,

is an unlessened girl, unschooled,

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 may learn.

Happiest of all is that her gentle spirit commits itself to yours to be

directed, as by her governor, her lord,

her king.

This house, these servants, and this same

myself, are yours, my rose.

I give them with this ring, which when you part from,

lose, or give away,

Let it presage the ruin of your love.

And give me vantage to exclaim on you.

You have bereft me of all words.

Only my blood speaks to you in my veins, and there is such confusion in my

powers.

But when this ring parts from this finger,

then parts life from ends.

Or then be bold to say, Bassanio's dead.

My Lord Bassanio, and my gentle lady, I wish you all the joy that you can wish.

And when your honours mean to solemnise the bargain of your faith, I do beseech

you, even at that time, I may be married too.

With all my heart.

If you can get a wife.

Thank you, Lordship.

You have got me one.

My eyes, my Lord, can look as swift as yours.

You saw the mistress.

I beheld the maid.

Is it true, Nerissa, madam?

Is it?

And do you, Graziano, mean good faith?

Yes.

Faith, my Lord.

Our feast shall be much honored in your marriage.

Steak down? No.

We shall never win at that sport with... steak down.

Oh! Oh, there!

Oh!

But who comes here?

same paper, but to steal the colour from Bassanio's cheek.

Some dear friend dead, else nothing in the world could turn the constitution of

any constant man.

What worse, and worse.

With leave, Bassanio, I am half yourself, and I must

freely have...

half of anything that this same letter brings you.

Oh, sweet Portia, here are a few of the unpleasantest words that ever plotted

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 embraggled when I told you my state was nothing.

I should then have told you I was worse than nothing.

For indeed, I have engaged myself to a dear friend, engaged my dear friend to

his mere enemy.

Here is the letter, lady.

The paper is the body of my friend, and every word in it a gaping wound issuing

life-blood.

But is it true, Salerio, what all his ventures failed, what not one hid from

Tripolis, from Mexico, from England?

Not one, my lord.

Besides, it should appear that if he had the present money to discharge the Jew,

he would not take it.

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 magnifica is the greatest port of

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 curse 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.

And was he the Jew?

For me, 3,000 ducats.

No more?

Pay him 6,000 and deface the bond.

Double 6,000 and then treble that.

Before a friend of this description should lose a hair to Bersonio's fault.

Let me hear the letter of your friend.

Sweet Bessonia, my ships have all miscarried, my creditors grow cruel, my

estate is very low.

My bond to the Jew is forfeit, and since in paying it it is impossible that I

should live, all debts are cleared between you and I.

If I might but see you at my death, notwithstanding, use your pleasure.

If love do not persuade you to come,

let not my letter.

business and be gone. First, go with me to church and call me wife.

Then away to Venice to your friend.

For never shall you lie by Portia's side with an unquiet soul.

You shall have gold to pay the petty debt twenty times over. When it is paid,

bring your true friend along.

Meantime, myself and Marissa will live as maids and widows.

Come away, for you shall dance on your wedding day.

Jailor, look to him.

Tell me not of mercy.

This is the fool lent out money gratis. Jailor, 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.

You called me dog before you had a cause.

But since I am a dog, beware my fangs.

The Duke will grant me justice.

I do wonder, you wicked jailers, you are so fond to come abroad with him at his

request. I pray you hear me speak. I'll have my bond, I will not hear you speak.

I'll have my bond, 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. I'll have no speaking, follow not.

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.

He seeks my life.

His reason, well, I know.

I'm sure the Duke will never grant this forfeiture to Holmes. 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 the state.

Therefore, go.

Oh, these griefs and losses have so baited me that I

shall hardly find a pound of flesh tomorrow for my bloody credit.

Madam, if you knew to whom you show this honor, 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 kindness would allow you.

I never did repent for doing good, nor shall not now.

For in companions that do converse and waste the time together, their needs

must be 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 bestowed in purchasing the

semblance of my soul from out of this state of hellish cruelty.

Oh, this comes too near the praising of myself.

Therefore, no more of it. Here are other things.

Lorenzo, I commit into your hands the husbandry and manage of my house until

my lord's return.

For my own part, I have towards heaven breathed a secret vow to live in prayer

and contemplation, only intended by Nebuchadnezzar here, until my husband

and her lords return.

Adam, with all my heart, I shall obey you in all fair commands.

Fair thoughts and happy hours attend on you.

Go. Speed to Padua.

Render this into my cousin's hands. Old Bellario. Go.

Is it not so, Cousin Mario?

Yes.

See,

Jessica.

Look, Paul. The floor of heaven.

is thick and laid with patterns of bright gold.

There's not the smallest orb that you behold, but in his motion, like an

angel, sings.

Such harmony is in immortal souls.

But whilst this muddy vesture of decay doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear

it.

I am never merry when I hear sweet music.

The reason is your spirits are attentive.

The man that hath no music in himself, nor is not moved with concord of sweet

sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils.

The motions of his spirit are as dull as night, and his affections are as dark as

Erebus.

Let no such man be trusted.

We shall see our husbands before they think of us.

Shall they see us?

They shall, Marisa.

But in such a habit that they shall think we are accomplished with what we

lack.

I'll hold you any wager when we are both accoutred like young men.

I'll prove the prettier fellow of the two.

Go one and call the Jew to the court Stand

before our face

Here's

come my

Shylock, the world thinks, and I think so too, that you but leave this fashion

of your malice for the last hour of the act.

And then, it is thought you'll show your mercy and remorse, more strange than is

your strange apparent cruelty.

What say you, Joe?

We all expect a gentle answer.

I have informed 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 human flesh than to

receive 3,000 ducats. I'll not answer that, but say it is my humor.

Is it answered?

What if my house be troubled by a rat, and I am pleased to give 10,000 ducats

to have it killed?

What? Are you answered 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 in the nose, cannot contain their urine.

For affection, master 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 rendered why he cannot abide a gaping

pig, why he a harmless, necessary cat, why he a woolen bagpipe, but of force

must yield to such inevitable shame as to offend himself being offended, so can

I give no reason, nor will I not, more than a lodged hate.

And a certain loathing I bear Antonio that I follow thus this losing suit

against him.

Are you answering? No!

This is no answer.

You unfeeling man, to excuse the current of your cruelty. I am not bound to

please you with my answers.

Do all men kill the things they do not love?

Hates any man the thing he would not kill.

Every offense is not a hate at first.

You would have a serpent sting you twice?

I pray you, think you

question with the Jew.

You may as well go stand upon the beach.

bid the main flood low at its usual height.

You may as well... question with the wolf why he has

made the yew bleat for the lamb.

You may as well do anything most hard and seek to soften that.

In which what's harder is Jewish heart.

Therefore, I do beseech you, make no more offers, use no farther means, but

with all just and plain conveniency, let me have judgment and the Jew his will.

No! No!

No!

3,000 ducats!

Here is six.

If every ducat in six thousand ducats were in six

parts and every part a ducat, I would not draw them.

I would have my bond.

How shall you hope for mercy, giving none?

What judgment should I fear, 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 burdens? Let their beds be made as soft as yours,

their pallets seasoned with your food.

You will answer, the slaves are ours.

So do I answer you. The pound of flesh that I demand of him

is dearly bought.

Tis mine.

Tis mine!

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 that I

have sent for to determine this, come here today.

My lord.

Here stays without a messenger with letters from the doctor, and you come

from Padua.

Coming from Padua?

From old Bellario?

From both, my lord.

Bellario greets your grace.

Why'd you wet your knife so earnestly?

To cut the forfeiture from that bankrupt fair.

And no prayers, please?

No.

None that you have wit enough to know.

Be you damned!

An external thought!

For your life, let justice be accused. Till you can rail the seal from off my

bond, you but offend your lungs to speak so.

Prepare your wit, good youth, or it will fall to cureless ruin.

I stand here for law.

This letter does commend a young and learned doctor to our court.

Well, where is he?

He attendeth here hard by to know your answer, whether you'll admit him. Go,

give him courteous conduct at this place.

Meantime, the court shall hear Bellario's letter.

Your Grace shall understand that at the receipt of your letter I am very sick.

But in the instant your messenger came, there was with me a young doctor of

Rome, whose name is Balthasar. He comes at my asking to take my place.

I beseech you, let his lack of years be no impediment.

For I never knew so young a body with so old a head.

I leave him to your gracious acceptance.

You heard Bellaria, what he writes.

And here, I take it, is the doctor come.

You are welcome.

Take your place.

Are you acquainted with the difference that holds this present question in the

court? I am informed thoroughly of the case.

Which is the merchant here, and which the Jew?

Antonio and old Shylock.

Both stand forth.

Is your name Shylock?

Shylock is my name.

Of a strange nature is a suit you follow, yet in such rule that the

Venetian law cannot deny you as you do proceed.

You stand within his power, do you not?

Aye, so he says.

Do you confess the bond?

I do.

Then must the Jew be merciful.

On what compulsion must I?

Tell me that.

The quality of mercy is not strained.

It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven upon the place beneath.

It is twice blessed.

It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.

Tis mightiest in the mighty.

It becomes the throned monarch better than his crown.

His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, the attribute to awe and majesty.

wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings.

But mercy is above this sceptred sway.

It is enthroned in the heart of kings.

It is an attribute to God himself.

And earthly power doth then show like his gods when mercy seasons, Justice.

Therefore, Jew, though justice be your plea, consider this,

that in the course of justice, none of us should see salvation.

We do pray for mercy, and that same prayer doth

teach us all to render the deeds of mercy.

I have spoke thus much to mitigate the justice of your plea, which, if you

follow, this strict course of menace must needs give sentence against the

merchant there.

My deeds upon my head.

I crave the law, the penalty and forfeit of my bond.

Is he not able to discharge the money? Yes. Here.

I tender it for him in court, yea, twice the sum.

If that is not enough, I will be bound to pay it ten times, oh, on forfeit of

my hands, my head, my heart.

If this is not enough, it must appear that malice bears down on proof.

I beseech thee, rest once the law to your authority to do a great right, do a

little wrong, and curb this cruel devil of his will. It must not be.

There is no power in Venice can alter a decree established.

to be recorded for a precedent, and many an error of the same example will rush

into the state.

It cannot be.

Daniel, come to judgment.

Oh, wise young judge, how I do honor

you. I pray you let me look upon the bond.

Most reverend doctor, here it is.

Shylock, there is twice the money offered you. An oath.

An oath.

I have an oath in heaven.

Shall I lay perjury upon my soul?

No.

Not for Venice.

For this bond is forfeit.

And lawfully at this time that you may claim a pound of flesh.

To be by him cut off nearest the merchant's heart.

Be merciful.

Take twice your money.

Bid me tear the bond.

When it is paid, according to the terms.

Most heartily, I do beseech the court.

Then thus it is.

You must prepare your bosom for his knife.

O noble judge, excellent young man.

For the intent and purpose of the law has full relation to the penalty, which

here appeareth due upon the bond.

Tis very true, wise and upright judge.

How much more elder are you than you look?

Therefore lay bare your bosom. Ay, his breast.

So says the bond, does it not, noble judge?

Nearest the heart.

Those are the very words.

It is so.

Are there balances here to weigh the flesh?

I have them.

Here.

Help buy some surgeon, Shylock, on your charge, to stop his wounds, lest he

should bleed to death.

Is it so nominated in the bond?

It is not so expressed.

But what of that, to a good you do so much for charity?

I cannot find it.

It is not in the bond.

You merchant?

Have you anything to say?

Not little.

I'm armed and well prepared.

Give me your hand, Bassanio.

Fare thee well.

Grieve not that I'm formed.

Does fortune show herself more kind than is her custom?

Commend me to thy honourable wife.

Tell her the process of Antonio's end.

Say how I loved you.

Speak me fair in death.

And when the tale is told, bid her be judged whether Bassanio had not once a

love.

that you shall lose your friend.

And he repents not that he pays your debt.

For if the Jew do cover deep enough, I'll pay it instantly with all my

heart.

Antonio, I am married to a wife which is

as dear to me as life itself.

But life itself, my wife, and all the world are not with me

esteemed above your life.

I would lose all that, sacrifice them all here to this devil

to deliver you.

I have a wife who I protest I love.

I would she were in heaven.

So she could entreat some power to change this cursed Jew. I had a daughter

Would that any of the stock of Barabbas been her husband

rather than a Christian We trifle time I pray you

pursue sentence You may proceed a

Pound of that same merchants flesh is yours the court Awards it

and the law does give it most rightful judge and you must cut this flesh from

off his breast The court awards it in the law allows it most learned judge

a sentence

A little.

There is something else.

This bond does give you here no drop of blood.

The words expressly are a pound of flesh.

Take then your bond. Take then your pound of flesh.

But in the cutting of it, if you do shed one drop...

of Christian blood.

Your lands and goods are by the laws of Venice confiscate.

And to the state of Venice... Oh, upright, Judge.

Hark, Jew.

Learn it, Judge.

Is that a law?

Yourself shall see the act.

For as you urge on justice, be assured, you shall have justice more than you

desire.

I take the offer then.

Pay the bond twice and let the Christian go.

Here is the money.

Soft. The Jew shall have all justice.

No haste.

He shall have nothing but the penalty.

Therefore prepare you to cut off the flesh.

Shed then no blood.

nor cut you less nor more but just a pound of flesh if you take more or

less than a just pound be it but so much as makes it light or heavy in the

substance or division of the twentieth part of one poor scruple nay

if the scale do turn but in the estimation of a hair

you die and all your goods are confiscate

A second Daniel.

Now, infidel, I have you on the hip.

Why just did you pause?

Shall I not have even, my prince?

You shall have nothing but your forfeiture.

To be so taken at your peril, Jew.

Why, then, the devil! Give him good of it!

I'll stay, no longer question.

Taridu, the law has yet another hold on you.

It is enacted in the laws of Venice.

If it be proved against an alien that by direct or indirect attempts he seek the

life of any citizen, the party against which he does contrive shall seize one

half of his goods.

The other half comes to the privy coffer of the state.

And the offender's life lies in the mercy of the Duke only.

Against all other voice.

In which predicament I say you stand?

Down, therefore.

And beg mercy of the Duke.

Beg that you may have leave to hang yourself.

That you shall see the difference now, spirit.

I pardon you your life before you ask it.

For half your wealth, it is Antonio's.

The other half shall come to the general state.

Nay, take my life and all.

Pardon not that.

You take my house when you take the prop that doth sustain my house.

You take my life when you take the means whereby

I live.

What mercy can you render him, Antonio?

Oh, to grant us nothing else, for God's sake.

So please.

of one half is good.

I am content so he will let me use the other half in trust

relinquish it upon his death unto

the gentleman that lately styled his daughter.

One thing provided more that for this favour he shall presently become

a Christian.

He shall do this or else I do recant the pardon I late pronounce it here

Are

you contented you

What

do you say

Clark, prepare a deed of gift.

I pray you, give me leave to go from here.

I will send a deed after

me. I will sign it.

Get your gun then, but do it.

Court dismissed.

Most worthy gentlemen, I and my friend have by your wisdom been this day

acquitted of most grievous penalties in lieu whereof three thousand ducats, due

unto the Jew, we freely pay your courteous pains withal.

And stand indebted over and above in love and service to you evermore.

He is well paid that is well satisfied.

And I, delivering you, am satisfied, and therein do account myself well paid.

Fare you well.

Dear sir, of course, I must attend you further.

Take some remembrance of us, as a tribute, not as a fee.

Grant me two things, I pray you.

Not to deny me, and to pardon me.

You press me far, and therefore I will yield.

Give me your gloves.

I'll wear them for your sake.

And for your love, I'll take this ring from you. Do not draw back your hand.

I'll take no more, and you in love shall not deny me this.

This ring, good sir, alas, it is a trifle. I would not shame myself to give

you this.

I will have nothing else but only this.

There's more depends on this than on the value.

The dearest ring in all of Venice will I give to you and find it out by

proclamation.

Only for this I pray you, pardon me.

Oh, I see, sir.

You are liberal in offers.

You taught me first to beg, and now methinks you teach me how a beggar

should be answered.

This ring was given me by my wife.

And when she put it on, she made me vow that I should neither sell nor give.

No, Lucy.

That scythe serves many men to save their gifts. And if your wife be not a

madwoman, and know how well I have deserved this ring, she could not hold

out enemy forever for giving it to me.

My Lord Bassanio, let him have the ring.

Let not his deserving and my lover's will be valued against your wife's

commandment.

Inquire the Jew's house out. Give him this deed and let him sign it.

Ho!

My lord Bassanio, upon more advice, has sent you here this ring.

It doesn't treat your company at dinner.

That cannot be.

His ring?

I do accept, most thankfully.

I pray you tell him.

Furthermore, I pray you show my youth to old Shylock's house.

That will I do.

I'll see if I can get my husband's ring, which I did make him swear to keep

forever.

Dear ladies, welcome home.

We have been praying for our husband's welfare.

Whose speed we hope the better, for our words.

This night, me thinks, is what the daylight's sick.

Looks a little paler.

Tis a day such as the day is when the sun is hid.

Peace.

You're welcome home, my lord.

I thank you, madam.

Give welcome to my friend.

This is the man. This is Antonio to whom I am so infinitely bound.

You should in all sense be much bound to him.

For as I hear, he was much bound for you.

No more than I am well acquitted of.

Sir, you are welcome to our house.

It must appear in other ways than words.

So I cut short this breathing courtesy.

By yonder moon, I swear, you do me wrong.

In faith I gave it to the judge's clerk.

Would he were gelded that had it for my part, since you do take it love so much

at heart.

A quarrel, ho, already?

What's the matter?

About a hoop of gold, a paltry ring that she did give me.

His motto was for all the world, like Cutler's poetry upon a knife.

Love me and leave me not.

What talk you of the motto or the value?

You swore to me when I did give it to you that you would wear it till your

hour of death and that it should lie with you in your grave.

Though not to me yet, for your vehement oaths, you should have been respective

and have kept it.

Gave it to Judge's clerk. I gave it to a youth.

A kind of boy, a little scrubby boy, no higher than thyself, the Judge's clerk.

You were to blame. I must be plain with you.

To part so slightly with your wife's first gift.

I gave my love a ring and made him swear never to part with it.

And here he stands.

I dare be sworn for him he would not lose it.

Nor pluck it from his finger for all the wealth that the world masters.

Why, I were best to cut my left hand off and swear I lost the ring defending it.

My lord Bassanio gave his ring away.

And said the judge that begged it, and indeed deserved it too.

And then the boy, his clerk, that took some pain in writing, he begged mine.

And neither man nor master would take aught but the two rings.

If I could add a lie unto a fault, I would deny it. But you see, my finger is

not the ring upon it.

So void is your false heart of truth.

By heaven, I will ne'er come into your bed until I see the ring.

Nor I in yours till I again see mine.

Sweet Portia, if you did know to whom I gave the ring, if you did know for whom

I gave the ring, I would conceive for what I gave the ring, and how

unwillingly I left the ring when naught would be accepted but...

If you had known the virtue of the ring, or

half her worthiness, would it give the ring, or your own honour, to contain the

ring? You would not then have parted with the ring.

Nerissa teaches me what to believe.

I'll die for it, but some woman has that ring. No, by my honour, madam, by my

soul, no woman had it, but a civil doctor.

which did refuse three thousand ducats of me and beg the ring, the which I did

refuse him, and suffered him displeased to go away, even he that had held up the

very life of my dear friend.

What should I say, sweet lady?

I was enforced to send it after him. Let not that doctor come near my house,

since he has got the jewel that I loved, and that which you did swear to keep for

me.

I will become as liberal as you.

I'll not deny him anything I have. No, not since my body, nor my

husband's bed.

No, I shall, I'm sure of that.

Horsher, forgive me this enforced wrong, and in the hearing of these many

friends, I swear to thee, even by thine own fair eyes, I never more will break

an oath with thee.

I once did lend my body for his wealth.

I dare be bound again, my soul upon the forfeit, that your lord

will never more break faith advisedly.

Then you shall be his surety.

Give him this.

And bid him keep it better than the other.

And Lord Bassanio, swear to keep this ring.

By heaven, it is the same I gave the doctor.

I had it of him.

Pardon me, Bassanio.

For by this ring the doctor lay with me.

And pardon me, my gentle Graziano, for that same scrubbed boy, the doctor's

clerk, in lieu of this, last night did lie with me.

Why?

This is like the mending of the highways.

In summer!

And the ways are fair enough!

What?

Are we cockles?

We have deserved it. Speak not so grossly.

You are all amazed.

Bassanio, here is a letter.

It comes from Padua, from old Bellario.

There you shall read that Portia was the doctor.

Nerissa there, her clerk.

Lorenzo here shall witness I set forth as soon as you, and only just now

returned.

Were you the doctor?

And I knew you not.

Were you the clerk?

That is to make me cuckold.

I?

There's a clerk that never means to do it unless he lived to be a man.

Sweet doctor, you shall be my bedfellow when I am

absent and lie with my wife.

How now, Lorenzo?

My clerk has some good comforts, too, for you.

Aye, 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.

Fair ladies.

You drop manner in the way of starved people.

It is almost morning.

And yet, I am sure you are not satisfied with these events at full.

Let us go in, and I will answer all things faithfully.

Well, let it be so.

The first interrogatory that my Nerissa shall be sworn on is whether till the

next night she'd rather stay or go to bed now, be in two hours today.

Where the day come, I should wish it dark till I were couching at the

doctor's clerk.

While I live, I fear no other thing so sore as keeping safe Nerissa's ring.