Merchant of Venice: Act 2 Flashcards
Mislike me not for my complexion,
The shadowed livery of the burnished sun,
Morroco to Portia
And let us make incision for your love
Morroco to Portia
I would not change this hue
Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen.
Morroco to Portia
Besides, the lottery of my destiny
Bars me the right of voluntary choosing.
Portia to Morroco
But if my father had not scanted me
And hedged me by his wit to yield myself
His wife who wins me by that means I told you,
Yourself, renownèd Prince, then stood as fair
Portia to Morroco
Therefore I pray you lead me to the caskets
To try my fortune.
Morroco to Portia
You must take your chance,
And either not attempt to choose at all
Or swear before you choose, if you choose wrong
Never to speak to lady afterward
In way of marriage. Therefore be advised.
Portia to Morroco
First, forward to the temple. After dinner
Your hazard shall be made
Portia to Morroco
Certainly my conscience will serve me to run from this Jew, my master.
Launcelot to himself
The fiend gives the more friendly counsel. I will run, fiend. My heels are at your command. I will run.
Launcelot to himself
Master young gentleman, I pray you, which is the way to
Master Jew’s?
Old Gobbo to Launcelot Gobbo
Nay, indeed if you had your eyes, you might fail of the knowing me. It is a wise father that knows his own child.
Launcelot to old Gobbo
My master’s a very Jew. Give him a present. Give him a halter. I am famished in his service. You may tell every finger I have with my ribs. Father, I am glad you are come. Give me your present to one Master Bassanio, who indeed gives rare new liveries.
Launcelot to his father
I know thee well. Thou hast obtained thy suit.
Shylock thy master spoke with me this day,
And hath preferred thee, if it be preferment
To leave a rich Jew’s service, to become
The follower of so poor a gentleman.
Bassanio to Lancelot
You must not deny me. I must go with you to Belmont
Gratiano to Bassanio
Thou art too wild, too rude and bold of voice—
Bassanio to Gratiano
Thy skipping spirit, lest through thy wild behavior
I be misconst’red in the place I go to,
And lose my hopes.
Bassanio to Gratiano