The Merchant of Venice Page #4

as flesh of muttons, beefs, or goats.

I say, to buy his favour,

I extend this friendship.

If he will take it, so. If not, adieu.

And, for my love, I pray you, wrong me not.

Shylock...

I will seal unto this bond.

(Sizzling)

Dislike me not for my complexion,

the shadowed livery of the burnished sun,

to whom I am a neighbour and near bred.

Yallah! Yallah!

Bring me the fairest creature

northward born,

where the sun's fire

scarce thaws the icicles,

and let us make incision for your love

to prove whose blood is reddest,

his or mine.

I tell thee,

lady, this aspect of mine

hath feared the valiant.

Yea, by my love I swear, the most regarded

virgins of our clime have loved it too.

(Men laughing)

I would not change this hue, except

to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen.

In terms of choice, I am not solely led

by nice direction of a maiden's eyes.

Instead, the lottery of my destiny bars me

the right of voluntary choosing.

But if my father had not restrained me,

and hedged me by his wit

to yield myself as wife

to him who wins me

by that means I told you,

yourself, renowned prince,

then stood as fair as... any comer

I have looked on yet for my affection.

- (Laughter)

- Even for that, I thank you.

Therefore, I pray you, lead me

to the caskets to try my fortune.

(Morocco) Yes?

(Oarsman calls)

(Men talking in Italian)

(Bassanio) I pray you, Leonardo, these

things being bought and orderly bestowed,

return in haste, for I do feast tonight

my best esteemed acquaintance.

Let supper be ready

at the latest by nine o'clock.

See that these letters are delivered.

And put the livery to the making.

Certainly my conscience would forbid me

to run from this Jew, my master.

(Man) Ho!

I pray you, which way to the master Jew's?

Do you not know me, Father?

Lord, how art thou changed!

How dost thou and thy master agree?

I brought him a present.

Famished in his service, Father.

I'm glad you've come.

Give your present to one master Bassanio,

- who indeed gives rare new liveries.

- (Thunder rumbling)

(Man) Si.

Bassanio!

Bassanio!

- Gratiano.

- I have a suit to you.

- You have obtained it.

- You must not deny me -

I must go with you to Belmont.

Why, then you must. But hear thee, you are

too wild, too rude, too bold of voice,

things that become you happily enough

and in such eyes as ours appears not false.

But where you are not known, why,

there they show something too... liberal.

Pray you, take pain to dilute with some

cold drops of modesty your skipping spirit,

lest through your wild behaviour

I be misconstrued in the place I go

and lose my hopes.

Signior Bassanio, hear me.

If I do not put on a sober habit, talk with

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