Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs,
     dimensions51, 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 humility58?
     Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his
     sufferance59 be by Christian example? Why, revenge. The
     villainy you teach me I will execute, and it shall go hard but61
     I will better the instruction62.

Enter a man from Antonio

SERVANT   Gentlemen, my master Antonio is at his house and
     desires to speak with you both.

SALERIO   We have been up and down65 to seek him.

Enter Tubal

SOLANIO   Here comes another of the tribe66. A third cannot be
     matched67, unless the devil himself turn Jew.

Exeunt Gentlemen [Solanio, Salerio and Servant]

SHYLOCK   How now, Tubal, what news from Genoa68? Hast thou
     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 Frankfurt73! The curse never
     fell upon our nation till now, I never felt it 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 hearsed77 at my foot, and the ducats
     in her coffin! No news of them? Why, so—and I know not
     how much is spent in the search. Why, thou loss upon loss!
     The thief gone with so much, and so much to find the thief,
     and no satisfaction81, no revenge, nor no ill luck stirring but
     what lights82 o’my shoulders, no sighs but o’my breathing, no
     tears but o’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 away87, coming from Tripolis.

SHYLOCK   I thank God, I thank God. Is it true, is it 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, heard in Genoa?

TUBAL   Your daughter spent in Genoa, as I heard, one night
     fourscore94 ducats.

SHYLOCK   Thou stick’st a dagger in me. I shall never see my
     gold again. Fourscore ducats at a sitting96, fourscore ducats!

TUBAL   There came divers97 of Antonio’s creditors in my
     company to Venice, that swear he cannot choose but break98.

SHYLOCK   I am very glad of it. I’ll plague him, I’ll torture him.
     I am glad of it.

TUBAL   One of101 them showed me a ring that he had of your
     daughter for a monkey.

SHYLOCK   Out upon her!103 Thou torturest me, Tubal. It was my
     turquoise, I had it of Leah104 when I was a bachelor. I
         would not
     have given it for a wilderness105 of monkeys.

TUBAL   But Antonio is certainly undone106.

SHYLOCK   Nay, that’s true, that’s very true. Go, Tubal, fee107 me
     an officer108, bespeak him a fortnight before. I will have the
     heart of him, if he forfeit, for were he out of Venice I can
     make what110 merchandise I will. Go, Tubal, and meet me at
     our synagogue. Go, good Tubal, at our synagogue, Tubal.

Exeunt [separately]

[Act 3 Scene 2]

running scene 14

Location: Belmont

Enter Bassanio, Portia, Gratiano, [Nerissa] and all their trains

PORTIA   I pray you tarry1. Pause a day or two
     Before you hazard, for in choosing2 wrong
     I lose your company: therefore forbear3 awhile.
     There’s something tells me, but it is not love,
     I would not lose you, and you know yourself,
     Hate counsels not in such a quality6;
     But lest you should not understand me well—
     And yet a maiden hath no tongue but thought8—
     I would detain you here some month or two
     Before you venture10 for me. I could teach you
     How to choose right, but then I am forsworn11.
     So12 will I never be. So may you miss me.
     But if you do, you’ll make me wish a sin,
     That I had been forsworn. Beshrew your eyes,
     They have o’erlooked15 me and divided me.
     One half of me is yours, the other half yours,
     Mine own, I would17 say. But if mine, then yours,
     And so all yours. O, these naughty18 times
     Puts bars19 between the owners and their rights!
     And so, though yours, not yours20. Prove it so,
     Let fortune go to hell for it, not I.
     I speak too long, but ’tis to peise22 the time,
     To eke23 it and to draw it out in length,
     To stay24 you from election.

BASSANIO   Let me choose,
     For as I am, I live upon the rack26.

PORTIA   Upon the rack, Bassanio? Then confess
     What treason there is mingled with your love.

BASSANIO   None but that ugly treason of mistrust29,
     Which makes me fear30 the enjoying of my love.
     There may as well be amity and life
     ’Tween snow and fire, as32 treason and my love.

PORTIA   Ay, but I fear you speak upon the rack,
     Where men enforcèd34 do speak anything.

BASSANIO   Promise me life, and I’ll confess the truth.

PORTIA   Well then, confess and live36.

BASSANIO   ‘Confess and love’
     Had been the very sum of my confession.
     O happy torment, when my torturer
     Doth teach me answers for deliverance40!
     But let me to41 my fortune and the caskets.

PORTIA   Away, then! I am locked in one of them.
     If you do love me, you will find me out.
     Nerissa and the rest, stand all aloof44.
     Let music sound while he doth make his choice,
     Then if he lose, he makes a swan-like end46,
     Fading in music. That the comparison
     May stand more proper, my eye shall be the stream
     And wat’ry death-bed for him. He may win,
     And what is music then? Then music is
     Even as the flourish51 when true subjects bow
     To a new-crownèd monarch. Such it is,
     As are those dulcet53 sounds in break of day,
     That creep into the dreaming bridegroom’s ear,
     And summon him to marriage. Now he goes,
     With no less presence56, but with much more love,
     Than young Alcides57, when he did redeem
     The virgin tribute paid by howling58 Troy
     To the sea-monster. I stand for59 sacrifice,
     The rest aloof are the Dardanian60 wives,
     With blearèd visages61, come forth to view
     The issue62 of th’exploit.