El Mercader De Venecia - Idioma Original

The Merchant of Venice 
Summary: Antonio borrows money from Shylock, a Jewish moneylender, in order to lend money to his friend Bassanio. Bassanio uses the money to successfully woo Portia, a wealthy and intelligent woman with a large inheritance. Unfortunately, a tragic accident makes Antonio unable to repay his debt to Shylock, and he must be punished as agreed by giving a pound of his fleshto the moneylender. Portia travels in disguise to the court and saves Antonio by pointing out that Shylock may only take flesh, and not any blood. Shylock is foiled, Portia reveals her identity, and Antonio's wealth is restored.

Characters:

Antonio
Bassanio
Gratiano
Solanio, Salarino, Salerio
Lorenzo
Portia
Nerissa
Balthazar
Stephano
Shylock
Tubal
Jessica
Lancelot Gobbo
OldGobbo
Leonardo
Duke of Venice
Prince of Morocco
Prince of Arragon
Magnificoes of Venice
Officers of the Court of Justice
GaolerServants

Act I. Scene I.

Venice. A Street.

Enter ANTONIO, SALARINO, and SALANIO.
  Ant.  In sooth, I know not why I am so sad:
It wearies me; you say it wearies you;
But how I caught it, found it, or came by it,
What stuff ’tis made of, whereof itis born,
I am to learn;
And such a want-wit sadness makes of me,
That I have much ado to know myself.
  Salar.  Your mind is tossing on the ocean;
There, where your argosies with portly sail,
Like signiors and rich burghers on the flood,
Or, as it were, the pageants of the sea,
Do overpeer the petty traffickers,
That curtsy to them, do them reverence,
As they fly by them withtheir woven wings.
  Salan.  Believe me, sir, had I such venture forth,
The better part of my affections would
Be with my hopes abroad. I should be still
Plucking the grass to know where sits the wind;
Peering in maps for ports, and piers, and roads;
And every object that might make me fear
Misfortune to my ventures, out of doubt
Would make me sad,
  Salar.        My wind, coolingmy broth,
Would blow me to an ague, when I thought
What harm a wind too great might do at sea,
I should not see the sandy hour-glass run
But I should think of shallows and of flats,
And see my wealthy Andrew dock’d in sand
Vailing her high-top lower than her ribs
To kiss her burial. Should I go to church |   32 |
And see the holy edifice of stone, |   |
And not bethink mestraight of dangerous rocks, |   |
Which touching but my gentle vessel’s side |   |
Would scatter all her spices on the stream, |   36 |
Enrobe the roaring waters with my silks; |   |
And, in a word, but even now worth this, |   |
And now worth nothing? Shall I have the thought |   |
To think on this, and shall I lack the thought |   40 |
That such a thing bechanc’d would make me sad? |  |
But tell not me: I know Antonio |   |
Is sad to think upon his merchandise. |   |
  Ant.  Believe me, no: I thank my fortune for it, |   44 |
My ventures are not in one bottom trusted, |   |
Nor to one place; nor is my whole estate |   |
Upon the fortune of this present year: |   |
Therefore, my merchandise makes me not sad. |   48 |
  Salar.  Why, then you are in love. |   |  Ant.        Fie, fie! |   |
  Salar.  Not in love neither? Then let’s say you are sad, |   |
Because you are not merry: and ’twere as easy |   52 |
For you to laugh and leap, and say you are merry, |   |
Because you are not sad. Now, by two-headed Janus, |   |
Nature hath fram’d strange fellows in her time: |   |
Some that will evermore peep through their eyes |   56 |
And laugh likeparrots at a bag-piper, |   |
And other of such vinegar aspect |   |
That they’ll not show their teeth in way of smile, |   |
Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable. |   60 |
   | |
Enter BASSANIO, LORENZO, and GRATIANO. |   |
  Salan.  Here comes Bassanio, your most noble kinsman, |   |
Gratiano, and Lorenzo. Fare ye well: |   |
We leave you now with better company. |   64...