| ACT III SCENE I | Venice. A street. | |
| | Enter SALANIO and SALARINO | |
| SALANIO | Now, what news on the Rialto? | |
| SALARINO | Why, yet it lives there uncheck'd that Antonio hath | |
| | a ship of rich lading wrecked on the narrow seas; | |
| | the Goodwins, I think they call the place; a very | 5 |
| | dangerous flat and fatal, where the carcasses of many | |
| | a tall ship lie buried, as they say, if my gossip | |
| | Report be an honest woman of her word. | |
| SALANIO | I would she were as lying a gossip in that as ever | |
| | knapped ginger or made her neighbours believe she | 10 |
| | wept for the death of a third husband. But it is | |
| | true, without any slips of prolixity or crossing the | |
| | plain highway of talk, that the good Antonio, the | |
| | honest Antonio,--O that I had a title good enough | |
| | to keep his name company!-- | 15 |
| SALARINO | Come, the full stop. | |
| SALANIO | Ha! what sayest thou? Why, the end is, he hath | |
| | lost a ship. | |
| SALARINO | I would it might prove the end of his losses. | |
| SALANIO | Let me say 'amen' betimes, lest the devil cross my | 20 |
| | prayer, for here he comes in the likeness of a Jew. | |
| | Enter SHYLOCK | |
| | How now, Shylock! what news among the merchants? | |
| SHYLOCK | You know, none so well, none so well as you, of my | |
| | daughter's flight. | |
| SALARINO | That's certain: I, for my part, knew the tailor | 25 |
| | that made the wings she flew withal. | |
| SALANIO | And Shylock, for his own part, knew the bird was | |
| | fledged; and then it is the complexion of them all | |
| | to leave the dam. | |
| SHYLOCK | She is damned for it. | 30 |
| SALANIO | That's certain, if the devil may be her judge. | |
| SHYLOCK | My own flesh and blood to rebel! | |
| SALANIO | Out upon it, old carrion! rebels it at these years? | |
| SHYLOCK | I say, my daughter is my flesh and blood. | |
| SALARINO | There is more difference between thy flesh and hers | 35 |
| | than between jet and ivory; more between your bloods | |
| | than there is between red wine and rhenish. But | |
| | tell us, do you hear whether Antonio have had any | |
| | loss at sea or no? | |
| SHYLOCK | There I have another bad match: a bankrupt, a | 40 |
| | prodigal, who dare scarce show his head on the | |
| | Rialto; a beggar, that was used to come so smug upon | |
| | the mart; 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 a Christian courtesy; let him | 45 |
| | look to his bond. | |
| SALARINO | 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. He hath disgraced me, and | 50 |
| | 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. Hath | |
| | not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, | 55 |
| | 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? | 60 |
| | 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 | 65 |
| | 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. | |
| | Enter a Servant | |
| Servant | Gentlemen, my master Antonio is at his house and | 70 |
| | desires to speak with you both. | |
| SALARINO | We have been up and down to seek him. | |
| | Enter TUBAL | |
| SALANIO | Here comes another of the tribe: a third cannot be | |
| | matched, unless the devil himself turn Jew. | |
| | Exeunt SALANIO, SALARINO, and Servant | |
| SHYLOCK | How now, Tubal! what news from Genoa? hast thou | 75 |
| | found my daughter? | |
| TUBAL | I often came where I did hear of her, but cannot find her. | |
| SHYLOCK | Why, there, there, there, there! a diamond gone, | |
| | cost me two thousand ducats in Frankfort! The curse | |
| | never fell upon our nation till now; I never felt it | 80 |
| | till now: two thousand ducats in that; and other | |
| | precious, precious jewels. I would my daughter | |
| | were dead at my foot, and the jewels in her ear! | |
| | would she were hearsed at my foot, and the ducats in | |
| | her coffin! No news of them? Why, so: and I know | 85 |
| | not what's spent in the search: why, thou loss upon | |
| | loss! the thief gone with so much, and so much to | |
| | find the thief; and no satisfaction, no revenge: | |
| | nor no in luck stirring but what lights on my | |
| | shoulders; no sighs but of my breathing; no tears | 90 |
| | but of my shedding. | |
| 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. | 95 |
| SHYLOCK | I thank God, I thank God. Is't true, is't true? | |
| TUBAL | I spoke with some of the sailors that escaped the wreck. | |
| SHYLOCK | I thank thee, good Tubal: good news, good news! | |
| | ha, ha! where? in Genoa? | |
| TUBAL | Your daughter spent in Genoa, as I heard, in one | 100 |
| | night fourscore ducats. | |
| SHYLOCK | Thou stickest a dagger in me: I shall never see my | |
| | gold again: fourscore ducats at a sitting! | |
| | fourscore ducats! | |
| TUBAL | There came divers of Antonio's creditors in my | 105 |
| | company to Venice, that swear he cannot choose but break. | |
| SHYLOCK | I am very glad of it: I'll plague him; I'll torture | |
| | him: I am glad of it. | |
| TUBAL | One of them showed me a ring that he had of your | |
| | daughter for a monkey. | 110 |
| SHYLOCK | Out upon her! Thou torturest me, Tubal: it was my | |
| | turquoise; I had it of Leah when I was a bachelor: | |
| | I would not have given it for a wilderness of monkeys. | |
| TUBAL | But Antonio is certainly undone. | |
| SHYLOCK | Nay, that's true, that's very true. Go, Tubal, fee | 115 |
| | me an officer; bespeak him a fortnight before. I | |
| | will have the heart of him, if he forfeit; for, were | |
| | he out of Venice, I can make what merchandise I | |
| | will. Go, go, Tubal, and meet me at our synagogue; | |
| | go, good Tubal; at our synagogue, Tubal. | 120 |
| | Exeunt | |