The Merchant of Venice

Bassanio:
Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice.

Shylock:
I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following; but I will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you.

Salerio:
Why, I am sure, if he forfeit thou wilt not take his flesh: what's that good for?

Shylock:
To bait fish withal: if it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.

Shylock:
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.

Tubal:
Yes, other men have ill luck too. Antonio, as I heard in Genoa...

Shylock:
What, what, what? ill luck, ill luck?

Tubal:
...hath an argosy cast away, coming from Tripolis.

Shylock:
I thank God! I thank God!

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

Portia:
Well then, confess, and live.

Bassanio:
'Confess' and 'love' had been the very sum of my confession.

Bassanio:
When I told you my state was nothing, I should then have told you that I was worse than nothing; for, indeed, I have engag'd myself to a dear friend, engag'd my friend to his mere enemy, to feed my means.

Antonio:
Hear me yet, good Shylock.

Shylock:
I'll have my bond; speak not against my bond.

Antonio:
These griefs and losses have so bated me, that I shall hardly spare a pound of flesh to-morrow to my bloody creditor. Pray God, Bassanio come to see me pay his debt, and then I care not!

Shylock:
I am not bound to please thee with my answer.

Bassanio:
Do all men kill the things they do not love?

Shylock:
Hates any man the thing he would not kill?

Bassanio:
Every offence is not a hate at first.

Shylock:
What! wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice?

Bassanio:
For thy three thousand ducats here is six.

Shylock:
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.

Shylock:
I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not 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 wrong 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 villany you teach me, I will execute, and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.

Shylock:
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 villany you teach me, I will execute, and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.

Bassanio:
So may the outward shows be least themselves: The world is still deceived with ornament.

Bassanio:
Thy paleness moves me more than eloquence; And here choose I; joy be the consequence!

Antonio:
Say how I loved you, speak me fair in death; And, when the tale is told, bid her be judge Whether Bassanio had not once a love.

Antonio:
Repent but you that you shall lose your friend, And he repents not that he pays your debt; For if the Jew do cut but deep enough, I'll pay it presently with all my heart.

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

Gratiano:
What, are we cuckolds ere we have deserved it?

Jessica:
I am never merry when I hear sweet music.

Portia:
The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath.

Portia:
If doing were as easy as knowing what were good to do, chapels had been churches and poor men's cottages princes' palaces.

Shylock:
Jessica, I say!

Launcelot Gobbo:
Aye, Jessica!

Shylock:
Uh, who bid you call? I did not bid you call.

Launcelot Gobbo:
Your worship used to say, I could do nothing without bidding.

Antonio:
In truth, I know not why I am so sad. It wearies me, you say it wearies you. On such a want wit, sadness makes me that I have much ado to know myself.

Bassanio:
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. O my Antonio, had I but the means to hold a rival place with one of them then I should question less be fortunate.

Bassanio:
So may the outward shows be least themselves. The world is still deceived with ornament. In law, what plea 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 by the weight. Therefore, thou gaudy gold, I will none of you. Nor none of you, O pale and common drudge between man and man. But you, O meagre lead, which rather threatenest than dost promise aught, your paleness moves me more... than eloquence. Here choose I. Joy be the consequence. O love, be moderate, allay your ecstasy, I feel too much your blessing - make it less for fear I surfeit.

Bassanio:
So may the outward shows be least themselves. The world is still deceived with ornament. In law, what plea 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 by the weight. Therefore, thou gaudy gold, I will none of you. Nor none of you, O pale and common drudge between man and man. But you, O meagre lead, which rather threatenest than dost promise aught, your paleness moves me more... than eloquence. Here choose I. Joy be the consequence.

Bassanio:
[confirming her love to him] Like one of two contending in a prize That thinks he has done well in people's eyes Hearing applause and universal shout Giddy in spirit, still gazing in a doubt As doubtful whether what I see be true Until confirmed, signed, ratified... by you .

Portia:
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 treble 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, to term in gross, is an unlessoned girl, unschooled, unpractised. Happy in this, she is not yet so old that she may learn. Happier than this, she is not bred so dull that 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 .

Portia:
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 likest God's 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,