Chapter 14 Scene 2 A room in Belmont Portia's home

Enter Bassanio, Portia, Graciano, Nerissa, and Attendants. PORTIA Pray, take your time, and wait a day or two to gamble; for if you choose wrongly, we shall never be together again, so please hold off for a while.Something in me--but it's not love--tells me that I don't want to lose you; you must know that resentment doesn't say that to people.It's not a girl's business to talk, but lest you don't understand me, I should like to keep you here for a month or two, and then let you take the risk for me.I can teach you how to choose without error; but then I'll break my oath, that's for sure; but then you may choose wrong; if you choose wrong, you will make me guilty wish, I regret that I should not have the heart to let you down just because I dare not break my oath.The most annoying thing is your eyes, they have read my heart and divided me in two: the half of me is yours, and the half of me is yours--no, I mean The half of me is mine, but since it is mine it is yours, so the whole of me is yours.well!It's all these silly worldly rites that keep people from enjoying their legitimate rights; so I'm yours, but I'm not yours.If it turns out to be so, it is fate, not me, who is responsible for the crime.I am talking too trivially, but my purpose is to delay the time as much as possible, so that you can choose right away.

Bassanio Let me choose; I'm in such fear that I'm tortured. Portia is tortured, Bassanio!Then you confess to me, what conspiracy is hidden in your love? Bassanio has no treachery, I have but doubts and apprehensions, But my infatuation is in vain; treachery and love are as incompatible as ice and coal. PORTIA Well, but I'm afraid it's because you can't bear the torture that you say that.When a person is tied to a torture bed, shouldn't he just say what he wants to say? Bassanio If you promise to pardon my death, I will confess. Good day Portia, I pardon you, and confess.

Bassanio "love" is all I can confess.Thank you, my judge, for teaching me the answer to exonerate me!But let me look at the boxes and try my luck. PORTIA Then go!In the middle of the three caskets there is my little portrait locked; if you really love me, you'll find me.Nerissa, stand apart from the rest.Play the music when he chooses, and if he fail, that with the music he may die like a swan; To speak the simile more correctly, my eyes were the clear stream of his death.Perhaps he will triumph; then what is the music like?At that time, the music was like the trumpet blown by loyal courtiers when they bowed down to meet the newly crowned king, and it was like the sweet melody of the harp sent to the ears of the bridegroom who was dreaming sweetly at dawn, urging him to get up for the wedding ceremony. .And now he goes, with the solemn attitude of young Hercules, who, at the cry of the Trojans, saves the maiden they sacrificed to the sea monster,7 but He has more love in his heart, and I stand here as a sacrifice, and they stand by, like teary-eyed Trojan women who come out to see the result of this struggle.Go, Hercules!My life hangs in your hands, I hope you survive; I who watch the battle are more terrified than you who fight!

While Bassanio monologues, the orchestra played and sang. Song Tell me where does love grow? Still in the head?Still in the atrium? how does it happenHow does it grow? Answer me, answer me. The fire of love is lit in the eyes, The gaze is the nourishment of a love life, Its cradle is its grave. Let us ring the death knell of love, Ding Dang!Ding Dang! Ding Dang!Ding Dang! (Zhonghe) Bassanio's appearance is often completely inconsistent with the thing itself, but the world is easily deceived by the surface decoration.In the law, what base and vicious statement cannot be covered by eloquent words?In religion, which heinous mistake cannot be quoted from scriptures and excuses to prove that it is indeed in harmony with the heart of heaven?Any blatant crime can be disguised as sanctimonious.How many cowards without guts, their hearts are actually as weak as quicksand that can't get off their feet. If their livers are cut out, they will probably be whiter than milk, but their cheeks have god-like majestic pimples. Beard, people only look at their appearance, so they treat them as heroes!Let’s look at those so-called beauties in the world, they are completely decorated with makeup, the more frivolous the woman, the heavier the makeup is; as for those golden curly hair fluttering like snakes in the wind, they look really beautiful I don't know, but I borrowed it from the skeleton of the dead in the tomb⑧.Ornament, therefore, is but a captive shore that lures ships into a raging sea of ​​treacherous waves, and a beautiful veil that hides a black and ugly savage; The paradoxical truth of the seducer.So I don't want you, your dazzling gold, the hard food of King Midas; nor you, your pale silver, a vile slave that goes to and fro in men's hands; but you, poor lead , your appearance can only make people retreat, not attractive at all, but your simplicity can touch my heart more than your clever words, so I will choose you, I hope the result will be happy!

PORTIA (narrator) How swiftly all the tumultuous thoughts; Doubtful doubts, rash despairs, trembling fears, acidic jealousies melt away!love!Control your ecstasy, don't let your joy overflow the limit, let your emotion go beyond the limit; you make me feel too much happiness, please lighten it a little, I'm afraid I'm about to be suffocated by joy up! Bassanio What's in here? (Opening the lead case.) Fair Portia's copy!Whose divine pen is this to depict such a peerless beauty?Are the eyes moving?Or is it because my eyeballs are moving, so it seems like they are moving with them?Her parted lips were parted by the sweet, fragrant breath that escaped from her mouth; only such a sweet breath could separate such sweet friends.When the painter painted her hair, he must have turned into a spider and weaved such a golden hairnet to attract the hearts of men; no man will see it faster than a moth into a spider web Is the earth caught in a snare?But her eyes!How could he draw them with his eyes open?After he had drawn one eye, I thought it must dazzle himself with its formidable brilliance, and he would never be able to draw the other.But lo, with all my admiring words, I cannot adequately describe the beauty of this phantom in a picture; and yet how insignificant is this phantom compared with its substance!Here is a hand scroll that pronounces my fate.

You choose not to rely on appearances, Sure enough, it hits your heart! Victory is in your arms, You don't look any further. If this result satisfies you, Just accept your luck, Turn your body quickly, Give your love a deep kiss. Gentle voice!Beauty, please make me bold, (kiss Portia) I was ordered to exchange affection with each other. Like a champion who wins the championship, he gallops, I can only hear the roar of boiling people beside my ears, Although he knows victory is in his hands, Can't believe people are praising him. Peerless beauty, I am dazzled now, As if entering a strange dream;

Unless you prove it to be true with your own mouth, I can no longer believe my own eyes. Lord Portia Bassanio, you see me standing here, but such a man.Though for my own sake I don't want to fancy myself any better than I am; but for yours I wish I could be sixty times better than I am, plus a thousand times more beautiful, ten thousand twice as rich as yours; I wish I had incomparable virtue, beauty, property, and friends so that I might occupy a high place in your heart.But I have nothing in this body, I am only an unlearned, uneducated, and uninformed woman; fortunately, she is not too old to study vigorously; her talents are not too stupid to be taught; especially Happily, she has a docile heart, and will give it to you, to be guided by you, to have you as her master, her ruler, and her king.Myself and all that I am is now yours; a while ago I had this magnificent mansion, my servants were at my command, I was queen over myself, but now , this house, these servants, and this me are yours, my husband.By this one ring I give all this to you; and if you take this ring from your side, or throw it away, or give it to another, it portends the destruction of your love, I can So blame yours.

Mademoiselle Bassanio, you make me speechless, only my blood throbbing in my veins speaks to you.My spirits were in a trance, like the bewildered look of joyful crowds after a beautiful speech from their beloved king; Everything is mixed up and turned into a white blur.If this ring ever leaves this finger, My life must be over; then you may say with confidence that Bassanio is dead. Uncle Nerissa, miss, we stand by and see our wishes come true, now it's time for us to congratulate you.Congratulations uncle!Congratulations miss! Monsieur Graciano Bassanio and my gentle lady, may you enjoy all the joys!For I dare say that all the pleasures you have, you cannot deprive me of them.I have a request, if you decide when to celebrate, I want to marry you too.

Bassanio is fine, as long as you can find a wife. Gratiano Thank you sir, you have found one for me.To tell you the truth, my eyes are no slower than your uncle's in looking at people; when you saw the lady, I also fell in love with the maid; when you fell in love, I also fell in love.Grandpa, my hands and feet are no slower than yours.Your fate depends on those boxes, and so do I; for here I am sweating all over my body and swearing till my lips are dry, to get this one. An echo from a good girl, promise me if you can have her lady, I can have her love too. PORTIA Is it true, Nerissa?

Nerissa It is true, madam, if you agree. Bassanio Graciano, are you sincere too? Gratiano Yes, sir. Bassanio Our feast is delighted with your wedding. Gratiano We'll bet them a thousand dollars on who will have a son first. What, Nerissa, want to bet a sum of money? Gratiano No, we're afraid we won't win, so let's not bet.But who is coming?Lorenzo and his pagans?what!And my old Venetian friend Salagno? Enter Lorenzo, Jessica, and Salagno. Bassanio Lorenzo, Salagno, although I am also new to this place, let me assume the name of the owner here, welcome your arrival.Dear Portia, please allow me to receive my friends from the same country.

PORTIA I, too, welcome them wholeheartedly. Thank you Lorenzo.Monsieur Bassanio, I didn't expect to come here to see you, because I met Salagno on the road, and I was dragged along by him involuntarily. Salainho I brought him here, my lord, I have a reason.Don Antonio asked me to greet you in his place. (A letter to Bassanio.) Bassanio Before I open this letter, will you tell me how my good friend is doing? Salainho is not sick, unless he has a heart disease; nor is it easy, unless his heart is opened.If you read his letter, you can know his recent situation. Graciano, Nerissa, entertain that guest.Give me your hand, Salegno.What news from Venice?How about the good merchant Antonio?I know he'll be glad to hear of our success; we are two Jasons, and brought the golden fleece. Salaenio I hope you can take back his lost golden fleece, that would be great. There must have been some bad news in Portia's letter, Bassanio turned pale; it must be the death of some good friend, or nothing else would excite a handsome man in this way.What, it's getting worse!Pardon the blasphemy, Bassanio, but I am one half of yourself, and whatever sad news this letter brings you must be given to me. Bassanio, dear Portia!What is written in this letter is the most tragic words since ink and paper began to exist.My lady, when I first poured out my love to you, I told you frankly that my noble family was the only property I had, and I did not lie to you then; but, dear lady, It would be an exaggeration to say that I am a poor man, because not only do I have nothing, but I am in debt; money.This letter, Miss, that paper is like my friend's body, every word on it is a bloody wound.But, Salainio, is it true?Had all his ships been wrecked together?Didn't a ship arrive safely in Hong Kong?Has not one ship from Tripolis, Mexico, England, Lisbon, Barbary, and India escaped the dreadful blows of those reefs which destroy merchant ships? None of the Salagno escaped.And even if he had the money to pay back the Jew now, the Jew would not accept him.I never saw such a fellow, who looked like a man, but whose mind was only on the murder of his own kind; who talked to the duke day and night, that if they did not do him justice, Venice would not be a free state at all.Twenty merchants, the duke himself, and the most eminent gentry, persuaded him, but none could persuade him to renounce his vicious accusation; and he insisted that Antonio be punished, as Jovin prescribed breach of contract. Jessica When I was at home, I heard him say to Duber and Chius, two of his kindred, that he would rather take Antonio's flesh than twenty more than he owed times the money.Poor Antonio must have died if the law and authority had not stopped him. PORTIA Is he a dear friend of yours who was in such peril? Bassanio, my dearest friend, a most merciful man, zealous to benevolence, sympathetic to righteousness, who has more chivalrous spirit of ancient Rome than any Italian. PORTIA How much does he owe the Jew? Bassanio He lent him three thousand dollars for my sake. PORTIA What, only this amount?Pay him back the six thousand dollars, and break the loan; double the six thousand dollars, or three times the same amount, but you must not hurt such a good friend because of Bassanio's fault. a hair.Go to church with me to be married, and then you go to Venice to see your friend; Portia will not let you sleep by her side with a restless conscience.You may go with twenty times as much to repay this little loan; and when the debt is cleared, bring your faithful friend here.My maid, Nerissa, is with me at home, waiting for your return just like when I was a maiden.Come on, today is your wedding day, everyone is happy and entertains your friends well.Since you were bought at such a great price, I must love you very much.But let me hear your friend's letter. Bassanio "Bassanio's best friend is in my hands: my brother's ships are all shipwrecked, his creditors oppressed, and his family's property is ruined. The covenant with the Jews has been violated; the execution of the punishment is hopeless. All the previous debts owed to my brother are cancelled. , but I hope that before my brother dies, I will come to see each other. If I have a strong love for Yan Wan, and I can't bear to say goodbye, then I won't be strong again. I believe this is okay." Portia, dear, get everything done, and go at once! Bassanio With your permission, I'll pack up and set off; but--I'm going to sleep for a long time, and I'll stay in love for a long time. (same below.)