The Merchant of Venice Page #5

respect, and swear but now and then,

look demurely,

nay more, while grace is saying,

hood mine eyes thus with my hat

and sigh and say, "Amen,"

never trust me more.

Well, we shall see your bearing.

(Bassanio) Oof!

Nay, but I bar tonight.

You shall not gauge me

by what we do tonight.

(Bassanio laughs)

God bless your worship.

Signior Bassanio.

Many thanks.

Would you something from me?

- Here is my son, sir, a poor boy.

- Not a poor boy, sir,

but the rich Jew's man that would, sir,

as my father shall specify.

He hath a great infection, sir,

as one would say, to serve.

Indeed, sir. The short and the long is,

I serve the Jew, and have a desire,

as my father shall specify.

To be brief, the very truth is, as my father,

being an old man, shall fruitify unto you...

I have here a dish of doves

I would bestow upon your worship.

(Gobbo) And my suit is...

(Launcelot) In very brief,

the suit is impertinent to myself,

as your worship shall know

by this honest old man.

And, though I say it, though old man,

yet poor man, my father.

One speak for both. What would you?

- Serve you, sir.

- That is the very defect of the matter, sir.

You have obtained your suit,

if it be preferment

to leave a rich Jew's service

to become the follower

of so poor a gentleman.

The old proverb is very well parted

between my master Shylock and you, sir.

You have the grace of God, sir,

and he has enough.

(Laughs)

You speak it well. Give him a livery more

guarded than his fellows'. See it done.

(Thunder)

I'm sorry you will leave my father so.

Our house is hell, and you, a merry devil,

did rob it of some taste of tediousness.

And Launcelot, soon at supper

shall you see Lorenzo,

who is thy new master's guest.

Give him this letter.

Do it secretly.

And so farewell.

I would not have my father

see me talk with thee.

Adieu. (Clears throat)

Tears exhibit my tongue.

Most beautiful pagan, most sweet Jew.

O Lorenzo, if thou keep promise,

I shall end this strife,

becoming Christian and your loving wife.

(Thunder crashes)

(Shylock) Jessica?

(Shylock coughs)

Well.

You will see, your eyes will be the judge,

the difference of old Shylock and Bassanio.

You will not gourmandise with him,

as you have done with me,

nor sleep and snore and wear apparel out.

Not with him.

- Jessica, I say!

- Why, Jessica.

Who bids you call?

I do not bid you call.

Your worship was used to say

I could do nothing without bidding.

- Oh.

- (Door opens)

Call you?

- What's your will?

- I am bid forth to supper, Jessica.

There are my keys.

Wherefore should I go?

I am not bid for love.

Oh, they flatter me.

Yet I will go and feed

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