TEXT: Quarto 1600: a good quality text, apparently set from a fair copy of the dramatist's manuscript; reprinted 1619, with some errors and some corrections. Folio text was set from a copy of the first Quarto, making some corrections, introducing some errors, and apparently drawing on a theatrical manuscript for stage directions, including music cues. We follow Folio where it corrects or modernizes Quarto, but restore Quarto where Folio changes appear to be printers' errors. The only serious textual problem concerns the Venetian gentlemen known in the theatrical profession as the "Salads." They are initially identified in entry directions and speech headings as "Salarino" and "Solanio" (variously abbreviated, most commonly to "Sal." and "Sol."), but never named in the dialogue, so are unidentified from the point of view of a theater audience. Folio reverses their speech headings at the beginning of the opening scene, probably erroneously. In Act 3 Scene 2 "Salerio" arrives in Belmont as "a messenger from Venice"; he is named in the dialogue, so identifiable to the audience. Is this a third character, a composite of the first two, or--more probably--has Shakespeare forgotten that he began with "Salarino"? In the following scene, Quarto has "Salerio" back in Venice with Antonio and Shylock, which must be an error--he has only just exited from Belmont with Bassanio. Folio intelligently corrects the Act 3 Scene 3 entry direction to "Solanio." In Act 4 Scene 1, "Salerio" has returned with Bassanio. Some editions and productions have retained Salarino, Solanio, and Salerio, but it seems more likely that Salarino and Salerio are intended to be the same character: we have followed this assumption.
THE MERCHANT OF VENICE
LIST OF PARTS
ANTONIO, a merchant of Venice BASSANIO, his friend, suitor to Portia LORENZO, friend of Antonio and Bassanio, in love with Jessica GRATIANO, friend of Antonio and Bassanio Friends of Antonio and Bassanio:
SALERIO
SOLANIO
LEONARDO, servant to Bassanio PORTIA, an heiress
NERISSA, her gentlewoman-in-waiting BALTHASAR, servant to Portia STEPHANO, servant to Portia Prince of ARAGON, suitor to Portia Prince of MOROCCO, suitor to Portia SHYLOCK, a Jew of Venice JESSICA, his daughter TUBAL, a Jew, Shylock's friend LANCELET GOBBO, the clown, servant to Shylock and later Bassanio OLD GOBBO, Lancelet's father DUKE of Venice
Magnificoes of Venice
A Jailer, Attendants and Servants
Act 1 [Scene 1]
running scene 1
Location: Venice
Enter Antonio, Salerio and Solanio
ANTONIO In sooth1 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 stuff4 'tis made of, whereof it is born,
I am to learn5:
And such a want-wit6 sadness makes of me
That I have much ado7 to know myself.
SALERIO Your mind is tossing on8 the ocean,
There where your argosies9 with portly sail
Like signiors10 and rich burghers on the flood,
Or as it were the pageants11 of the sea,
Do overpeer12 the petty traffickers
That curtsy13 to them, do them reverence,
As they fly14 by them with their woven wings.
SOLANIO Believe me, sir, had I such venture15 forth,
The better part16 of my affections would
Be with my hopes17 abroad. I should be still
Plucking the grass to know where sits18 the wind,
Peering in maps for ports and piers and roads19,
And every object that might make me fear
Misfortune to my ventures out of doubt
Would make me sad.
SALERIO My wind cooling my broth
Would blow me to an ague24, when I thought
What harm a wind too great might do at sea.
I should26 not see the sandy hour-glass run,
But I should think of shallows and of flats27,
And see my wealthy Andrew28 docked in sand,
Vailing29 her high top lower than her ribs
To kiss her burial30; should I go to church
And see the holy edifice of stone,
And not bethink me straight32 of dang'rous rocks,
Which touching but33 my gentle vessel's side,
Would scatter all her spices on the stream34,
Enrobe the roaring waters with my silks35,
And in a word, but even36 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 bechanced39 would make me sad?
But tell not me, I know, Antonio
Is sad to think upon his merchandise.
ANTONIO Believe me, no. I thank my fortune for it,
My ventures are not in one bottom43 trusted,
Nor to one place; nor is my whole estate44
Upon45 the fortune of this present year:
Therefore my merchandise makes me not sad.
SALERIO Why, then you are in love.
ANTONIO Fie48, fie!
SOLANIO 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 Janus52,
Nature hath framed53 strange fellows in her time:
Some that will evermore peep54 through their eyes
And laugh like parrots at a bagpiper55,
And other56 of such vinegar aspect
That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile,
Though58 Nestor swear the jest be laughable.
Enter Bassanio, Lorenzo and Gratiano
SOLANIO Here comes Bassanio, your most noble kinsman,
Gratiano and Lorenzo. Fare ye well,
We leave you now with better company.
SALERIO I would have stayed till I had made you merry,
If worthier friends had not prevented63 me.
ANTONIO Your worth is very dear64 in my regard.
I take it your own business calls on you,
And you embrace66 th'occasion to depart.
SALERIO Good morrow, my good lords.
BASSANIO Good signiors both, when shall we laugh68? Say, when?
You grow exceeding strange69. Must it be so?
SALERIO We'll make our leisures to attend on yours70.
Exeunt Salerio and Solanio
LORENZO My lord Bassanio, since you have found Antonio,
We two will leave you, but at dinnertime
I pray you have in mind73 where we must meet.
BASSANIO I will not fail you.
GRATIANO You look not well, Signior Antonio.
You have too much respect upon the world76:
They lose it77 that do buy it with much care.
Believe me, you are marvellously78 changed.
ANTONIO I hold79 the world but as the world, Gratiano,
A stage where every man must play a part,
And mine a sad one.
GRATIANO Let me play the fool:
With mirth and laughter let old83 wrinkles come,
And let my liver84 rather heat with wine
Than my heart cool with mortifying groans85.
Why should a man whose blood is warm within,
Sit like his grandsire87 cut in alabaster?
Sleep when he wakes and creep into the jaundices88
By being peevish89? I tell thee what, Antonio--
I love thee, and it is my love that speaks--
There are a sort of men whose visages91
Do cream and mantle92 like a standing pond,
And do a wilful93 stillness entertain,
With purpose to be dressed in an opinion94
Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit95,
As who should say96, 'I am, sir, an oracle,
And when I ope97 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 fools101.
I'll tell thee more of this another time.
But fish not with this melancholy bait104
For this fool105 gudgeon, this opinion.
Come, good Lorenzo. Fare ye well awhile,
I'll end my exhortation107 after dinner.
LORENZO Well, we will leave you then till dinnertime.
To Antonio and Bassanio
I must be one of these same dumb109 wise men,
For Gratiano never lets me speak.
GRATIANO Well, keep me company but two years more,
Thou shalt not know the sound of thine own tongue.
ANTONIO Fare you well, I'll grow113 a talker for this gear.
GRATIANO Thanks, i'faith, for silence is only commendable
In a neat's tongue dried115 and a maid not vendible.
Exit [Gratiano with Lorenzo]
ANTONIO Is that anything now?116
BASSANIO Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more
than any man in all Venice. His reasons118 are two grains of
wheat hid in two bushels of chaff: you shall seek all day ere119
you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth
the search.
ANTONIO Well, tell me now, what lady is the same122
To whom you swore a secret pilgrimage
That you today promised to tell me of?
BASSANIO 'Tis not unknown to you, Antonio,
How much I have disabled126 mine estate
By something127 showing a more swelling port
Than my faint128 means would grant continuance.
Nor do I now make moan129 to be abridged
From such a noble rate130, but my chief care
Is to come fairly off from131 the great debts
Wherein my time132 something too prodigal
Hath left me gaged133. To you, Antonio,
I owe the most in money and in love,
And from your love I have a warranty135
To unburden136 all my plots and purposes
How to get clear of all the debts I owe.
ANTONIO I pray you good Bassanio, let me know it,
And if it stand as you yourself still do,
Within the eye of honour140, be assured
My purse, my person, my extremest means,
Lie all unlocked to your occasions142.
BASSANIO In my schooldays, when I had lost one shaft143,
I shot his fellow of the selfsame flight144
The selfsame way with more advised145 watch
To find the other forth146, and by adventuring both
I oft found both. I urge147 this childhood proof
Because what follows is pure innocence148.
I owe you much and, like a wilful youth,
That which I owe is lost. But if you please
To shoot another arrow that self151 way
Which you did shoot the first, I do not doubt,
As I will watch the aim, or153 to find both,
Or bring your latter hazard154 back again,
And thankfully rest155 debtor for the first.
ANTONIO You know me well, and herein spend but156 time
To wind about my love with circumstance157,
And out of158 doubt you do me now more wrong
In making question of my uttermost159
Than if you had made waste160 of all I have.
Then do but161 say to me what I should do
That in your knowledge may by me be done,
And I am pressed163 unto it: therefore speak.
BASSANIO In Belmont is a lady richly left164,
And she is fair and, fairer than that word,
Of wondrous virtues. Sometimes166 from her eyes
I did receive fair speechless messages.
Her name is Portia, nothing undervalued
To168 Cato169'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 fleece173,
Which makes her seat174 of Belmont Colchos' strand,
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 presages178 me such thrift,
That I should questionless179 be fortunate.
ANTONIO Thou know'st that all my fortunes are at sea,
Neither have I money, nor commodity181
To raise a present182 sum: therefore go forth.
Try183 what my credit can in Venice do,
That shall be racked184, even to the uttermost,
To furnish thee185 to Belmont, to fair Portia.
Go presently186 inquire, and so will I,
Where money is, and I no question make
To have it of my trust188 or for my sake.
Exeunt
[Act 1 Scene 2]
running scene 2
Location: Belmont
Enter Portia with her waiting woman, Nerissa
PORTIA By my troth1, Nerissa, my little body is aweary of this
great world.
NERISSA You would be3, sweet madam, if your miseries were
in the same abundance as your good fortunes are, and yet,
for aught5 I see, they are as sick that surfeit with too much, as
they that starve with nothing; it is no small happiness,
therefore, to be seated in the mean7. Superfluity comes sooner
by white hairs, but competency8 lives longer.
PORTIA Good sentences9 and well pronounced.
NERISSA They would be better if well followed.
PORTIA If to do were as easy as to know what were good to
do, chapels had been churches and poor men's cottages
princes' palaces. It is a good divine13 that follows his own
instructions; I can easier teach twenty what were good to be
done than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
The brain may devise laws for the blood16, but a hot temper
leaps o'er a cold decree17--such a hare is madness the youth,
to skip o'er the meshes18 of good counsel the cripple; but this
reason is not in fashion19 to choose me a husband. O me, the
word 'choose!' I may neither choose whom I would20, nor
refuse whom I dislike, so is the will21 of a living daughter
curbed by the will22 of a dead father. Is it not hard, Nerissa,
that I cannot choose one nor refuse none?
NERISSA Your father was ever virtuous, and holy men at
their death have good inspirations: therefore the lottery25 that
he hath devised in these three chests of gold, silver and lead,
whereof who27 chooses his meaning chooses you, will no
doubt never be chosen by any rightly28 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?
PORTIA I pray thee overname31 them, and as thou namest
them, I will describe them, and according to my description
level at33 my affection.
NERISSA First, there is the Neapolitan34 prince.
PORTIA Ay, that's a colt35 indeed, for he doth nothing but talk
of his horse, and he makes it a great appropriation36 to his
own good parts37 that he can shoe him himself. I am much
afraid my lady his mother played false38 with a smith.
NERISSA Then is there the County39 Palatine.
PORTIA He doth nothing but frown, as who40 should say, 'An
you will
not have me, choose41.' He hears merry tales and
smiles not. I fear he will prove42 the weeping philosopher when
he grows old, being so full of unmannerly43 sadness in his
youth. I had rather to be married to a death's-head44 with a
bone in his mouth than to either of these. God defend me
from these two!
NERISSA How47 say you by the French lord, Monsieur Le Bon?
PORTIA God made him, and therefore let him pass for a
man. In truth, I know it is a sin to be a mocker, but he! Why,
he hath a horse better than the Neapolitan's, a better bad50
habit of frowning than the Count Palatine. He is every man51
in no man. If a throstle52 sing, he falls straight a capering, he
will fence with his own shadow. If I should marry him, I
should marry twenty husbands. If he would despise me, I
would forgive him, for if55 he love me to madness, I should
never requite him.
NERISSA What say you then to Falconbridge, the young
baron of England?
PORTIA You know I say59 nothing to him, for he understands
not me, nor I him: he hath neither Latin, French, nor Italian,
and you will come into the court and swear61 that I have a
poor pennyworth in the62 English. He is a proper man's
picture, but alas, who can converse with a dumb show63? How
oddly he is suited64. I think he bought his doublet in Italy, his
round hose65 in France, his bonnet in Germany, and his
behaviour everywhere.
NERISSA What think you of the other lord, his neighbour?
PORTIA That he hath a neighbourly charity in him, for he
borrowed69 a box of the ear of the Englishman and swore he
would pay him again when he was able. I think the
Frenchman became his surety71 and sealed under for another.
NERISSA How like you the young German, the Duke of
Saxony73's nephew?
PORTIA Very vilely in the morning when he is sober, and
most vilely in the afternoon when he is drunk: when he is
best, he is a little worse than a man, and when he is worst, he
is little better than a beast77. An the worst fall that ever fell, I
hope I shall make shift78 to go without him.
NERISSA If he should offer to choose, and choose the right