Speeches (Lines) for Salerio in "The Merchant of Venice"

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1 III / 2
  • I did, my lord;
    And I have reason for it. Signior Antonio
    Commends him t...
  • I did, my lord;
    And I have reason for it. Signior Antonio
    Commends him to you.
  • Lorenzo. I thank your honour. For my part, my lord,
    My purpose was not to have seen you here;
    But meeting with Salerio by the way,
    He did entreat me, past all saying nay,
    To come with him along.

    Salerio. I did, my lord;
    And I have reason for it. Signior Antonio
    Commends him to you.

2 III / 2
  • Not sick, my lord, unless it be in mind;
    Nor well, unless in mind: his lette...
  • Not sick, my lord, unless it be in mind;
    Nor well, unless in mind: his letter there
    Will show you his estate.
  • Bassanio. Ere I ope his letter,
    I pray you, tell me how my good friend doth.

    Salerio. Not sick, my lord, unless it be in mind;
    Nor well, unless in mind: his letter there
    Will show you his estate.

3 III / 2
  • I would you had won the fleece that he hath lost.
  • I would you had won the fleece that he hath lost.
  • Gratiano. Nerissa, cheer yon stranger; bid her welcome.
    Your hand, Salerio: what's the news from Venice?
    How doth that royal merchant, good Antonio?
    I know he will be glad of our success;
    We are the Jasons, we have won the fleece.

    Salerio. I would you had won the fleece that he hath lost.

4 III / 2
  • Not one, my lord.
    Besides, it should appear, that if he had
    The present...
  • Not one, my lord.
    Besides, it should appear, that if he had
    The present money to discharge the Jew,
    He would not take it. Never did I know
    A creature, that did bear the shape of man,
    So keen and greedy to confound a man:
    He plies the duke at morning and at night,
    And doth impeach the freedom of the state,
    If they deny him justice: twenty merchants,
    The duke himself, and the magnificoes
    Of greatest port, have all persuaded with him;
    But none can drive him from the envious plea
    Of forfeiture, of justice and his bond.
  • Bassanio. O sweet Portia,
    Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words
    That ever blotted paper! Gentle lady,
    When I did first impart my love to you,
    I freely told you, all the wealth I had
    Ran in my veins, I was a gentleman;
    And then I told you true: and yet, dear lady,
    Rating myself at nothing, you shall see
    How much I was a braggart. When I told you
    My state was nothing, I should then have told you
    That I was worse than nothing; for, indeed,
    I have engaged myself to a dear friend,
    Engaged my friend to his mere enemy,
    To feed my means. Here is a letter, lady;
    The paper as the body of my friend,
    And every word in it a gaping wound,
    Issuing life-blood. But is it true, Salerio?
    Have all his ventures fail'd? What, not one hit?
    From Tripolis, from Mexico and England,
    From Lisbon, Barbary and India?
    And not one vessel 'scape the dreadful touch
    Of merchant-marring rocks?

    Salerio. Not one, my lord.
    Besides, it should appear, that if he had
    The present money to discharge the Jew,
    He would not take it. Never did I know
    A creature, that did bear the shape of man,
    So keen and greedy to confound a man:
    He plies the duke at morning and at night,
    And doth impeach the freedom of the state,
    If they deny him justice: twenty merchants,
    The duke himself, and the magnificoes
    Of greatest port, have all persuaded with him;
    But none can drive him from the envious plea
    Of forfeiture, of justice and his bond.

5 IV / 1
  • He is ready at the door: he comes, my lord.
  • He is ready at the door: he comes, my lord.
  • Duke. Go one, and call the Jew into the court.

    Salerio. He is ready at the door: he comes, my lord.

6 IV / 1
  • My lord, here stays without
    A messenger with letters from the doctor,
    Ne...
  • My lord, here stays without
    A messenger with letters from the doctor,
    New come from Padua.
  • Duke. Upon my power I may dismiss this court,
    Unless Bellario, a learned doctor,
    Whom I have sent for to determine this,
    Come here to-day.

    Salerio. My lord, here stays without
    A messenger with letters from the doctor,
    New come from Padua.

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