| how sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank | Lorenzo |
| I am never merry when I hear sweet music | Jessica |
| The man that hath no music in himself nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils | Lorenzo |
| The stage where everyman must play a part, and mine, a sad one | Antonio |
| it is a good Devine that follows his own instructions | Portia |
| The devil can cite scripture for his purpose | Antonio |
| it is a wise father that knows his own child | Lancelot |
| truth will come to light, murder cannot be hid long– a man’s son may, but in the end, truth will out | Lancelot |
| if thou keep promise, I shall end this strife, become a Christian and thy loving wife | Jessica |
| there is some ill a-brewing towards my rest, for I did dream of money bags tonight | shylock |
| farewell, and if my fortune be not crossed, I have a father, you a daughter, lost. | Jessica |
| all things that are, are w/ more spirit chases than enjoyed | Gratiano |
| that light we see is burning in my hall. how far that little candle throws his beams! so shines a good deed in a naughty world. | portia |
| how many things by season seasoned are to their right praise and true perfection | portia |
| but love is blind, and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit | Jessica |
| let all of his complexion choose me so | portia |
| o, these deliberate fools, when they do choose, they have the wisdom by their wit to lose | Portia |
| hath not a Jew eyes? | Shylock |
| there is no (vice) so simple but assumed some mark of virtue on his outward parts | Bassanio |
| making them lightest that wear most of it | Bassanio |
| seeming truth which cunning times put on to entrap the wisset | Bassanio |
| I’ll have my bond. I will not hear thee speak. I’ll have my bond, and therefore speak no more. | Shylock |
| sins of my father are to be laid upon chidren | Lancelot |
| all that glistens is not gold | Morocco |
| weakest kind of fruit drops earliest to the ground | Antonio |
| i never knew so young a body with so old a head | Duke (Bellario’s letter) |
| he’s well paid that is well satisfied | Portia |
Merchant of Venice quotes
July 5, 2019