| In sooth, I know not why I am so sad.It wearies me, you say it wearies you. | Antonio |
| Now, by two-headed Janus,Nature hath fram’d strange fellows in her time. | Salarino |
| You have too much respect upon the world:They lose it that do buy it with much care. | Gratiano |
| I hold 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. | Antonio |
| Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff: you shall seek all day ere you find them; and when you have them, they are not worth the search. | Bassanio |
| In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft,I shot his fellow of the self-same flightThe self-same way, with more advised watch,To find the other forth; and by adventuring both,I oft found both. | Bassanio |
| In Belmont is a lady richly left;And she is fair, and fairer than that word,Of wondrous virtues. Sometimes from her eyesI did receive fair speechless messages. | Bassanio |
| 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. | Portia |
| My meaning in saying he is a good man, is, to have you understand me that he is sufficient. | Shylock |
| Ships are but boards, sailors but men: there be land-rats and water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves. | 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. | Shylock |
| If I can catch him once upon the hip,I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.He hates our sacred nation; and he rails,Even there where merchants most do congregate,On me, my bargains, and my well-won thrift,Which he calls interest. | Shylock |
| The devil can cite scripture for his purpose.An evil soul producing holy witness,Is like a villain with a smiling cheek;A goodly apple rotten at the heart:O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath! | Antonio |
| Mislike me not for my complexion,The shadow’d livery of the burnish’d sun. | Prince of Morocco |
| The young gentleman (according to Fates and Destinies and such odd sayings, the Sisters Three, and such branches of learning) is, indeed, deceased; or, as you would say in plain terms, gone to heaven. | Launcelot Gobbo |
| But hear thee, Gratiano;Thou art too wild, too rude and bold of voice;Parts that become thee happily enough,And in such eyes as ours appear not faults;But where thou art not known, why, there they showSomething too liberal. Pray thee, take painTo allay with some cold drops of modesty,Thy skipping spirit, lest through thy wild behavior,I be misconstrued in the place I go to,And lose my hopes. | Bassiano |
| But love is blind, and lovers cannot seeThe pretty follies that themselves commit. | Jessica |
| Must I hold a candle to my shames? | Jessica |
| What, wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice? | Shylock, |
| If you deny me, fie upon your law!There is no power in the decrees of Venice.I stand for judgement: answer — shall I have it? | Shylock, |
| The quality of mercy is not strain’d,It droppeth as the gentle rain from heavenUpon the place beneath: it is twice bless’d;It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. | Portia |
| A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel! | Shylock, |
| Take then thy bond, take thou thy pound of flesh;But, in the cutting it, if thou dost shedOne drop of Christian blood, thy lands and goodsAre by the laws of Venice confiscateUnto the state of Venice. | Portia |
| I am never merry when I hear sweet music. | Jessica |
| The man that hath no music in himself,Nor is not mov’d with concord of sweet sounds,Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils;The motions of his spirit are dull as night,And his affections dark as Erebus:Let no such man be trusted. | Lorenzo |
| How far that little candle throws his beams!So shines a good deed in a naughty world. | Portia |
The Merchant of Venice famous Quotes
July 9, 2019