The Merchant of Venice Thrift Study Edition

William Shakespeare

• Publisher: Dover Publications
• Year: 2012
• Print ISBN: 9780486475783
• eBook ISBN: 9780486112824
• Topic: Literature
• Subtopic: Shakespeare Drama
• Index: Literature

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The Merchant of Venice

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

Contents

Dramatis Personae

Act I

Scene I

Scene II

Scene III

Act II

Scene I

Scene II

Scene III

Scene IV

Scene V

Scene VI

Scene VII

Scene VIII

Scene IX

Act III

Scene I

Scene II

Scene III

Scene IV

Scene V

Act IV

Scene I

Scene II

Act V

Scene I

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ

THE DUKE OF VENICE.

ANTONIO, a merchant of Venice.

BASSANIO, his friend, suitor likewise to Portia.

LORENZO, in love with Jessica.

SHYLOCK, a rich Jew.

TUBA, a Jew, his friend.

LAUNCELOT GOBBO, the clown, servant to Shylock.

OLD GOBBO, father to Launcelot.

LEONARDO, servant to Bassanio.

PORTIA, a rich heiress.

NERISSA, her waiting-maid.

JESSICA, daughter to Shylock.

Magnificoes of Venice, Officers of the Court of Justice, Gaoler, Servants to Portia, and other Attendants.

SCENE — Partly at Venice, and partly at Belmont, the seat of Portia, on the Continent

ACT I.

SCENE I. Venice. A Street.

Enter ANTONIO, SALARINO, and SALANIO

ANT.

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 ’t is 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.

SALAR.

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 pageants¹ of the sea,
Do overpeer the petty traffickers,
That curt’sy to them, do them reverence,
As they fly by them with their woven wings.

SALAN.

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;
Peering 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.

SALAR.

My wind, cooling my broth,
Would blow me to an ague, when I thought
What harm a wind too great at sea might do.
I should not see the sandy hour-glass run,
But I should think of shallows and of flats,
And see my wealthy Andrew² dock’d in sand
Vailing her high top lower than her ribs
To kiss her burial.³ 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.

ANT.

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.

SALAR.

Why, then you are in love.

ANT.

Fie, fie!

SALAR.

Not in love neither? Then let us say you are sad,
Because you are not merry: and ’t were as easy
For you to laugh, and leap, and say you are merry,
Because you are not sad. Now, by two-headed Janus,⁴
Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time:
Some that will evermore peep through their eyes,
And laugh like parrots at a bag-piper;
And other of such vinegar aspect,
That they ’ll not show their teeth in way of smile,
Though Nestor⁵ swear the jest be laughable.

Enter BASSANIO, LORENZO, and GRATIANO

SALAN.

Here comes Bassanio, your most noble kinsman,
Gratiano, and Lorenzo. Fare ye well:
We leave you now with better company.

SALAR.

I would have stay’d till I had made you merry,
If worthier friends had not prevented me.

ANT.

Your worth is very dear in my regard.
I take it, your own business calls on you,
And you embrace the occasion to depart.

SALAR.

Good morrow, my good lords.

BASS.

Good signiors both, when shall we laugh? say, when?
You grow exceeding strange: must it be so?

SALAR.

We ’ll make our leisures to attend on yours.

[Exeunt SALARINO and SALANIO.]

LOR.

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.

BASS.

I will not fail you.

GRA.

You look not well, Signior Antonio;
You have too much respect upon the world:⁶
They lose it that do buy it with much care:
Believe me, you are marvellously changed.

ANT.

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano;
A stage, where every man must play a part,
And mine a sad one.

GRA.

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 it is my love that speaks, -
There are a sort of men, whose visages...

Table of contents

• Title Page
• Copyright Page
• Publisher’s Note
• Table of Contents
• The Merchant of Venice - WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
• Study Guide
• Bibliography