Gratiano

Gratiano
You look not well, Signior Antonio.
You have too much respect upon the world.
They lose it that do buy it with much care.
Believe me, you are marvelously changed.

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano,
A stage where every man must play a part,
And mine a sad one.

Antonio
I hold the world but as the world,
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Portia, as Balthazar
You, merchant, have you anything to say?
Antonio
But little. I am armed and well prepared.—
Give me your hand, Bassanio. Fare you well.

Commend me to your honorable wife,
Tell her the process of Antonio’s end,
Say how I loved you, speak me fair in death,
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Bassanio
Why then you must. 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 oursSynecdoche appear not faults.
But where thou art not known—why, there they show
Something too liberal. Pray thee take pain
To allay with some cold drops of modesty
PersonificationThy skipping spirit,
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Gratiano
And it is marvel he outdwells his hour,
For lovers ever run before the clock.
Salarino
O, ten times faster Venus’ pigeons fly
To seal love’s bonds new-made than they are wont
To keep obligèd faith unforfeited.
Gratiano
That ever holds. Who riseth from a feast
With that keen appetite that he sits down?
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Gratiano
Why dost thou whet thy knife so earnestly?
Shylock
To cut the forfeiture from that bankrout there.
Gratiano
Not on thy sole but on thy soul, harsh Jew,
Thou mak’st thy knife keen. But no metal can,
No, not the hangman’s axe, bear half the keenness
Of thy sharp envy.
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Portia, as Balthazar
A pound of that same merchant’s flesh is thine:
The court awards it, and the law doth give it.
Shylock
Most rightful judge!
Portia, as Balthazar
And you must cut this flesh from off his breast:
The law allows it, and the court awards it.
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Shylock
Shall I not have barely my principal?
Portia, as Balthazar
Thou shalt have nothing but the forfeiture
To be so taken at thy peril, Jew.
Shylock
Why, then, the devil give him good of it!
I’ll stay no longer question.                        
 He begins to exit.

Down,
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Gratiano
My Lord Bassanio gave his ring away
Unto the judge that begged it, and indeed
Deserved it, too. And then the boy, his clerk,
That took some pains in writing, he begged mine,
And neither man nor master would take aught
But the two rings.
Portia
What ring gave you, my lord?
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Othello
O, O, O!
Othello falls on the bed.
Emilia
Nay, lay thee down, and roar!
For thou hast killed the sweetest innocent
That e’er did lift up eye.
Othello, standing
O, she was foul!—
I scarce did know you, uncle. There lies your niece,
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Lodovico
Where is this rash and most unfortunate man?
Othello
That’s he that was Othello. Here I am.

Demand me nothing. What you know, you know.
From this time forth I never will speak word.

Lodovico
Where is that viper? Bring the villain forth.
  Iago is brought forward.
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