The Merchant of Venice
Act I, Scene 1
Venice. A street.
- Enter Antonio, Salerio, and Solanio.
Antonio1 - 7
- In sooth, I know not why I am so sad;
- It wearies me, you say it wearies you;
- But how I caught it, found it, or came by it,
- What stuff ’tis made of, whereof it is born,
- I am to learn;
- And such a want-wit sadness makes of me,
- That I have much ado to know myself.
Salerio8 - 14
- 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 cur’sy to them, do them reverence,
- As they fly by them with their woven wings.
Solanio15 - 22
- Believe me, sir, had I such venture forth,
- The better part of my affections would
- Be with my hopes abroad. I should be still
- Plucking the grass to know where sits the wind,
- Piring in maps for ports and piers and roads;
- And every object that might make me fear
- Misfortune to my ventures, out of doubt
- Would make me sad.
Salerio23 - 41
- My wind cooling my broth
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- What harm a wind too great might do at sea.
- I should not see the sandy hour-glass run
- But I should think of shallows and of flats,
- And see my wealthy Andrew dock’d 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 bechanc’d would make me sad?
- But tell not me; I know Antonio
- Is sad to think upon his merchandise.
Antonio42 - 46
- Believe me, no. I thank my fortune for it,
- My ventures are not in one bottom trusted,
- Nor to one place; nor is my whole estate
- Upon the fortune of this present year:
- Therefore my merchandise makes me not sad.
- Why then you are in love.
- Fie, fie!
Solanio49 - 61
- Not in love neither? Then let us say you are sad
- Because you are not merry; and ’twere as easy
- For you to laugh and leap, and say you are merry
- Because you are not sad. Now by two-headed Janus,
- Nature hath fram’d strange fellows in her time:
- Some that will evermore peep through their eyes,
- And laugh like parrots at a bagpiper;
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- That they’ll not show their teeth in way of smile
- Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable.
- Enter Bassanio, Lorenzo, and Gratiano.
- Here comes Bassanio, your most noble kinsman,
- Gratiano, and Lorenzo. Fare ye well,
- We leave you now with better company.
Salerio62 - 63
- I would have stay’d till I had made you merry,
- If worthier friends had not prevented me.
Antonio64 - 66
- Your worth is very dear in my regard.
- I take it your own business calls on you,
- And you embrace th’ occasion to depart.
- Good morrow, my good lords.
Bassanio68 - 69
- Good signiors both, when shall we laugh? Say, when?
- You grow exceeding strange. Must it be so?
- We’ll make our leisures to attend on yours.
- Exeunt Salerio and Solanio.
Lorenzo71 - 73
- My Lord Bassanio, since you have found Antonio,
- We two will leave you, but at dinner-time
- I pray you have in mind where we must meet.
- I will not fail you.
Gratiano75 - 78
- 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 chang’d.
Antonio79 - 81
- I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano,
- A stage, where every man must play a part,
- And mine a sad one.
Gratiano82 - 107
- 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 jaundies
- 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 dress’d 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 ye well a while,
- I’ll end my exhortation after dinner.
Lorenzo108 - 110
- Well, we will leave you then till dinner-time.
- I must be one of these same dumb wise men,
- For Gratiano never lets me speak.
Gratiano111 - 112
- Well, keep me company but two years more,
- Thou shalt not know the sound of thine own tongue.
- Fare you well! I’ll grow a talker for this gear.
Gratiano114 - 115
- Thanks, i’ faith, for silence is only commendable
- In a neat’s tongue dried and a maid not vendible.
- Exeunt Gratiano and Lorenzo.
- It is that—any thing now!
Bassanio117 - 121
- Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any
- man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat
- hid in two bushels of chaff; you shall seek all day ere you
- find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the
Antonio122 - 124
- Well, tell me now what lady is the same
- To whom you swore a secret pilgrimage,
- That you today promis’d to tell me of?
Bassanio125 - 137
- ’Tis not unknown to you, Antonio,
- How much I have disabled mine estate,
- By something showing a more swelling port
- Than my faint means would grant continuance.
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- From such a noble rate, but my chief care
- Is to come fairly off from the great debts
- Wherein my time something too prodigal
- Hath left me gag’d. 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.
Antonio138 - 142
- I pray you, good Bassanio, let me know it,
- And if it stand, as you yourself still do,
- Within the eye of honor, be assur’d
- My purse, my person, my extremest means,
- Lie all unlock’d to your occasions.
Bassanio143 - 155
- In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft,
- I shot his fellow of the self-same flight
- The self-same way with more advised watch
- To find the other forth, and by adventuring both
- I oft found both. I urge this childhood proof,
- Because what follows is pure innocence.
- I owe you much, and like a willful youth,
- That which I owe is lost, but if you please
- To shoot another arrow that self way
- Which you did shoot the first, I do not doubt,
- As I will watch the aim, or to find both
- Or bring your latter hazard back again,
- And thankfully rest debtor for the first.
Antonio156 - 163
- You know me well, and herein spend but time
- To wind about my love with circumstance,
- And out of doubt you do me now more wrong
- In making question of my uttermost
- Than if you had made waste of all I have.
- Then do but say to me what I should do
- That in your knowledge may by me be done,
- And I am prest unto it; therefore speak.
Bassanio164 - 179
- 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, nothing undervalu’d
- To 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, and her sunny locks
- Hang on her temples like a golden fleece,
- Which makes her seat of Belmont Colchis’ strond,
- And many Jasons come in quest of her.
- O my Antonio, had I but the means
- To hold a rival place with one of them,
- I have a mind presages me such thrift
- That I should questionless be fortunate!
Antonio180 - 188
- Thou know’st that all 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.
- That shall be rack’d, even to the uttermost,
- To furnish thee to Belmont, to fair Portia.
- Go presently inquire, and so will I,
- Where money is, and I no question make
- To have it of my trust, or for my sake.