Merchant of Venice

• To you Antonio I owe the most in money and in love for your love I have warranty
• My purse my person my extremist means lie unlocked to all your occasions
• In Belmont a lady richly left and she is fair fairer than the word
• Her name is portia nothing undervalued
• From every coast renowned suitors and her sunny locks hang on her temples like golden fleece
• And many Jason's come in quest with her
• I hate him for he is a Christian - shylock
• The devil can cite scripture for its purpose
• But love is blind and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that Themselves commit-jessica
• If you prick us do we not bleed? if you tickle us do we not laugh? if you poison us do we not die? and if you wrong us shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest we will resemble you in that-shylock
• A pound of flesh would make me lose my mind, spare me the life and let me pay in gold-bassanio
• The quality of mercy is not strained
• How far that little candle throws his beams! so shines a good deed in a naughty world
• The slaves are ours so do I answer you the pound of flesh which I demand of him is dearly bought tis mine and I will have it
• All that glisters is not gold
• If he had the condition of a saint but the complexion of a devil I had rather he shrive me than wive me
• You call me a misbeliever cutthroat dog
• And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine
• If I can catch him once upon the hip I will feed the ancient grudge i bear him
• Cursed be my tribe if I forgive him
• The quality of mercy is not strained it droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven upon the place beneath it is doubly blessed, it blesses him that gives and him that takes
• Mislike me not for my complexion the shadowed livery of the burnished sun
• But since I am a dog beware my fangs
• Our house is hell and thou a merry devil
• As the dog Jew did utter in the streets O my daughter ! Or my ducats! O my daughter !
• I shall end this strife become a Christian and thy loving wife
• I am a daughter to his blood but not his manners
• Most beautiful pagan most sweet Jew
• Truly written by a beautiful hand one fairer than the paper it wrote on
• Beautiful Jessica will be my torchbearer
• Here catch this casket it is worth the pains
• The villainy you teach me I shall execute and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction
• An inhuman wretch incapable of pity,void and empty from any dram of mercy
• By my troth Nerissa my little body has grown aweary of this great world
• O me the word choose! I may neither choose who I would nor refuse who I dislike
• So is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father
• Lest cross my prayers here comes the devil in the likeness of a Jew
• Enter prince of Morocco with three or four followers with portia, nerissa and their train
• Descend for you must be my torchbearer
• A gentle riddance! Draw the curtains go let all of his complexions choose me so