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The Merchant of Venice (《威尼斯商人》)，莎翁喜剧，入选九年级人教版初中语文课本。 作者：William Shakespeare（威廉·莎士比亚），1564～1616，英国文学史上最杰出的戏剧家； 朗读：苑溪仙； 播出时间：上午9点

  1. 02/23/2025

    Act5 Scene1 The Merchant of Venice 威尼斯商人

    莎翁喜剧《威尼斯商人》最后一幕最后一场啦！ 文本如下：： ACT V SCENE I Belmont. Avenue to PORTIA'S house. [Enter LORENZO and JESSICA]LORENZOThe moon shines bright: in such a night as this,When the sweet wind did gently kiss the treesAnd they did make no noise, in such a nightTroilus methinks mounted the Troyan wallsAnd sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents,5Where Cressid lay that night.JESSICAIn such a nightDid Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dewAnd saw the lion's shadow ere himselfAnd ran dismay'd away.10LORENZOIn such a nightStood Dido with a willow in her handUpon the wild sea banks and waft her loveTo come again to Carthage.JESSICAIn such a night15Medea gather'd the enchanted herbsThat did renew old AEson.LORENZOIn such a nightDid Jessica steal from the wealthy JewAnd with an unthrift love did run from Venice20As far as Belmont.JESSICAIn such a nightDid young Lorenzo swear he loved her well,Stealing her soul with many vows of faithAnd ne'er a true one.25LORENZOIn such a nightDid pretty Jessica, like a little shrew,Slander her love, and he forgave it her.JESSICAI would out-night you, did no body come;But, hark, I hear the footing of a man.30[Enter STEPHANO]LORENZOWho comes so fast in silence of the night?STEPHANOA friend.LORENZOA friend! what friend? your name, I pray you, friend?STEPHANOStephano is my name; and I bring wordMy mistress will before the break of day35Be here at Belmont; she doth stray aboutBy holy crosses, where she kneels and praysFor happy wedlock hours.LORENZOWho comes with her?STEPHANONone but a holy hermit and her maid.40I pray you, is my master yet return'd?LORENZOHe is not, nor we have not heard from him.But go we in, I pray thee, Jessica,And ceremoniously let us prepareSome welcome for the mistress of the house.45[Enter LAUNCELOT]LAUNCELOTSola, sola! wo ha, ho! sola, sola!LORENZOWho calls?LAUNCELOTSola! did you see Master Lorenzo?Master Lorenzo, sola, sola!LORENZOLeave hollaing, man: here.50LAUNCELOTSola! where? where?LORENZOHere.LAUNCELOTTell him there's a post come from my master, withhis horn full of good news: my master will be hereere morning.55[Exit]LORENZOSweet soul, let's in, and there expect their coming.And yet no matter: why should we go in?My friend Stephano, signify, I pray you,Within the house, your mistress is at hand;And bring your music forth into the air.60[Exit Stephano]How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!Here will we sit and let the sounds of musicCreep in our ears: soft stillness and the nightBecome the touches of sweet harmony.Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven65Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold:There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'stBut in his motion like an angel sings,Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins;Such harmony is in immortal souls;70But whilst this muddy vesture of decayDoth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.[Enter Musicians]Come, ho! and wake Diana with a hymn!With sweetest touches pierce your mistress' ear,And draw her home with music.75[Music]JESSICAI am never merry when I hear sweet music.LORENZOThe reason is, your spirits are attentive:For do but note a wild and wanton herd,Or race of youthful and unhandled colts,Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud,80Which is the hot condition of their blood;If they but hear perchance a trumpet sound,Or any air of music touch their ears,You shall perceive them make a mutual stand,Their savage eyes turn'd to a modest gaze85By the sweet power of music: therefore the poetDid feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones and floods;Since nought so stockish, hard and full of rage,But music for the time doth change his nature.The man that hath no music in himself,90Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils;The motions of his spirit are dull as nightAnd his affections dark as Erebus:Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music.95[Enter PORTIA and NERISSA]PORTIAThat 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.NERISSAWhen the moon shone, we did not see the candle.PORTIASo doth the greater glory dim the less:100A substitute shines brightly as a kingUnto the king be by, and then his stateEmpties itself, as doth an inland brookInto the main of waters. Music! hark!NERISSAIt is your music, madam, of the house.105PORTIANothing is good, I see, without respect:Methinks it sounds much sweeter than by day.NERISSASilence bestows that virtue on it, madam.PORTIAThe crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark,When neither is attended, and I think110The nightingale, if she should sing by day,When every goose is cackling, would be thoughtNo better a musician than the wren.How many things by season season'd areTo their right praise and true perfection!115Peace, ho! the moon sleeps with EndymionAnd would not be awaked.[Music ceases]LORENZOThat is the voice,Or I am much deceived, of Portia.PORTIAHe knows me as the blind man knows the cuckoo,120By the bad voice.LORENZODear lady, welcome home.PORTIAWe have been praying for our husbands' healths,Which speed, we hope, the better for our words.Are they return'd?125LORENZOMadam, they are not yet;But there is come a messenger before,To signify their coming.PORTIAGo in, Nerissa;Give order to my servants that they take130No note at all of our being absent hence;Nor you, Lorenzo; Jessica, nor you.[A tucket sounds]LORENZOYour husband is at hand; I hear his trumpet:We are no tell-tales, madam; fear you not.PORTIAThis night methinks is but the daylight sick;135It looks a little paler: 'tis a day,Such as the day is when the sun is hid.[ Enter BASSANIO, ANTONIO, GRATIANO, and their followers ]BASSANIOWe should hold day with the Antipodes,If you would walk in absence of the sun.PORTIALet me give light, but let me not be light;140For a light wife doth make a heavy husband,And never be Bassanio so for me:But God sort all! You are welcome home, my lord.BASSANIOI thank you, madam. Give welcome to my friend.This is the man, this is Antonio,145To whom I am so infinitely bound.PORTIAYou should in all sense be much bound to him.For, as I hear, he was much bound for you.ANTONIONo more than I am well acquitted of.PORTIASir, you are very welcome to our house:150It must appear in other ways than words,Therefore I scant this breathing courtesy.GRATIANO[To NERISSA] By yonder moon I swear you do me wrong;In faith, I gave it to the judge's clerk:Would he were gelt that had it, for my part,155Since you do take it, love, so much at heart.PORTIAA quarrel, ho, already! what's the matter?GRATIANOAbout a hoop of gold, a paltry ringThat she did give me, whose posy wasFor all the world like cutler's poetry160Upon a knife, 'Love me, and leave me not.'NERISSAWhat talk you of the posy or the value?You swore to me, when I did give it you,That you would wear it till your hour of deathAnd that it should lie with you in your grave:165Though not for me, yet for your vehement oaths,You should have been respective and have kept it.Gave it a judge's clerk! no, God's my judge,The clerk will ne'er wear hair on's face that had it.GRATIANOHe will, an if he live to be a man.170NERISSAAy, if a woman live to be a man.GRATIANONow, by this hand, I gave it to a youth,A kind of boy, a little scrubbed boy,No higher than thyself; the judge's clerk,A prating boy, that begg'd it as a fee:175I could not for my heart deny it him.PORTIAYou were to blame, I must be plain with you,To part so slightly with your wife's first gift:A thing stuck on with oaths upon your fingerAnd so riveted with faith unto your flesh.180I gave my love a ring and made him swearNever to part with it; and here he stands;I dare be sworn for him he would not leave itNor pluck it from his finger, for the wealthThat the world masters. Now, in faith, Gratiano,185You give your wife too unkind a cause of grief:An 'twere to me, I should be mad at it.BASSANIO[Aside] Why, I were best to cut my left hand offAnd swear I lost the ring defending it.GRATIANOMy Lord Bassanio gave his ring away190Unto the judge that begg'd it and indeedDeserved it too; and then the boy, his clerk,That took some pains in writing, he begg'd mine;And neither man nor master would take aughtBut the two rings.195PORTIAWhat ring gave you my lord?Not that, I hope, which you received of me.BASSANIOIf I could add a lie unto a fault,I would deny it; but you see my fingerHath not the ring upon it; it is gone.200PORTIAEven so void is your false heart of truth.By heaven, I will ne'er come in your bedUntil I see the ring.NERISSANor I in yoursTill I again see mine.205BASSANIOSweet Portia,If you did know to whom I gave the ring,If you did know for whom I gave the ringAnd would conceive for what I gave the ringAnd how unwillingly I left the ring,210When nought would be accepted but the ring,You would abate the strength of your displeasure.PORTIAIf you had known the virtue of the ring,Or half her worthiness that gave the ring,Or your own honour to contain the ring,215You would not then have parted with the ring.What man is there so much unreasonable,If you had pleased to have defended itWith any terms of zeal, wanted the modestyTo urge the thing held as a ceremony?220Nerissa teaches me what to believe:I'll die for't but some woman had the ring.BASSANIONo, by my honour, madam, by my soul,No woman had it, but a civil doctor,Which did refuse three thousand ducats of me225And begg'd the ring; the which I did deny himAnd suffer'd him to go displeased away;Even he that did uphold the very lifeOf my dear friend. What should I say, sweet lady?I was enforced to send it after him;230I was beset with shame and courtesy;My honour would not let ingratitudeSo much besmear it. Pardon me, good lady;For, by these blessed candles of the night,Had you been there, I think you would have begg'd235The ring of me to give the worthy doctor.PORTIALet not that doctor e'er come near my house:Since he hath got the jewel that I loved,And that which you did swear to keep

    Act5 Scene1 The Merchant of Venice 威尼斯商人

  2. 02/22/2025

    Act4 Scene2 The Merchant of Venice 威尼斯商人

    The Merchant of Venice (《威尼斯商人》)，莎翁四大喜剧之一……女主人公Portia美丽智慧；威尼斯商人Antonio仗义疏财，宁愿为朋友Bassanio（Portia的丈夫）挨上一刀；高利贷商人Shylock貌似冷酷贪婪——但是最后落得一无所有，有点可怜呢……作者：William Shakespeare（威廉·莎士比亚），1564～1616，英国文学史上最杰出的戏剧家；朗读：苑溪仙； 本集文本如下（从莎翁网站搬过来的哈）： ACT IV SCENE II The same. A street.  [Enter PORTIA and NERISSA]PORTIAInquire the Jew's house out, give him this deedAnd let him sign it: we'll away to-nightAnd be a day before our husbands home:This deed will be well welcome to Lorenzo.[Enter GRATIANO]GRATIANOFair sir, you are well o'erta'enMy Lord Bassanio upon more adviceHath sent you here this ring, and doth entreatYour company at dinner.PORTIAThat cannot be:His ring I do accept most thankfully:And so, I pray you, tell him: furthermore,10I pray you, show my youth old Shylock's house.GRATIANOThat will I do.NERISSASir, I would speak with you.[Aside to PORTIA]I'll see if I can get my husband's ring,Which I did make him swear to keep for ever.PORTIA[Aside to NERISSA] Thou mayst, I warrant.We shall have old swearing15That they did give the rings away to men;But we'll outface them, and outswear them too.[Aloud]Away! make haste: thou knowist where I will tarry.NERISSACome, good sir, will you show me to this house?[Exeunt]

    Act4 Scene2 The Merchant of Venice 威尼斯商人

  3. 02/21/2025

    Act4 Scene1 The Merchant of Venice 威尼斯商人

    The Merchant of Venice (《威尼斯商人》)，莎翁四大喜剧之一……女主人公Portia美丽智慧；威尼斯商人Antonio仗义疏财，宁愿为朋友Bassanio（Portia的丈夫）挨上一刀；高利贷商人Shylock貌似冷酷贪婪——但是最后落得一无所有，有点可怜呢……作者：William Shakespeare（威廉·莎士比亚），1564～1616，英国文学史上最杰出的戏剧家；朗读：苑溪仙

    Act4 Scene1 The Merchant of Venice 威尼斯商人

  4. 02/20/2025

    Act3 Scene5 The Merchant of Venice 威尼斯商人

    The Merchant of Venice (《威尼斯商人》)，莎翁四大喜剧之一……女主人公Portia美丽智慧；威尼斯商人Antonio仗义疏财，宁愿为朋友Bassanio（Portia的丈夫）挨上一刀；高利贷商人Shylock貌似冷酷贪婪——但是最后落得一无所有，有点可怜呢……作者：William Shakespeare（威廉·莎士比亚），1564～1616，英国文学史上最杰出的戏剧家；朗读：苑溪仙。本集文本如下：ACT III SCENE V The same. A garden.  [Enter LAUNCELOT and JESSICA]LAUNCELOT Yes, truly; for, look you, the sins of the fatherare to be laid upon the children: therefore, Ipromise ye, I fear you. I was always plain withyou, and so now I speak my agitation of the matter:therefore be of good cheer, for truly I think youare damned. There is but one hope in it that can doyou any good; and that is but a kind of bastardhope neither.JESSICAAnd what hope is that, I pray thee?10LAUNCELOTMarry, you may partly hope that your father got younot, that you are not the Jew's daughter.JESSICAThat were a kind of bastard hope, indeed: so thesins of my mother should be visited upon me.LAUNCELOTTruly then I fear you are damned both by father andmother: thus when I shun Scylla, your father, Ifall into Charybdis, your mother: well, you aregone both ways.20JESSICAI shall be saved by my husband; he hath made me aChristian.LAUNCELOTTruly, the more to blame he: we were Christiansenow before; e'en as many as could well live, one byanother. This making Christians will raise theprice of hogs: if we grow all to be pork-eaters, weshall not shortly have a rasher on the coals for money.[Enter LORENZO]JESSICAI'll tell my husband, Launcelot, what you say: here he comes.30LORENZOI shall grow jealous of you shortly, Launcelot, ifyou thus get my wife into corners.JESSICANay, you need not fear us, Lorenzo: Launcelot and Iare out. He tells me flatly, there is no mercy forme in heaven, because I am a Jew's daughter: and hesays, you are no good member of the commonwealth,for in converting Jews to Christians, you raise theprice of pork.LORENZOI shall answer that better to the commonwealth thanyou can the getting up of the negro's belly: theMoor is with child by you, Launcelot.LAUNCELOTIt is much that the Moor should be more than reason:but if she be less than an honest woman, she isindeed more than I took her for.LORENZOHow every fool can play upon the word! I think thebest grace of wit will shortly turn into silence,and discourse grow commendable in none only butparrots. Go in, sirrah; bid them prepare for dinner.LAUNCELOTThat is done, sir; they have all stomachs.LORENZOGoodly Lord, what a wit-snapper are you! then bidthem prepare dinner.LAUNCELOTThat is done too, sir; only 'cover' is the word.LORENZOWill you cover then, sir?LAUNCELOTNot so, sir, neither; I know my duty.LORENZOYet more quarrelling with occasion! Wilt thou showthe whole wealth of thy wit in an instant? I praytree, understand a plain man in his plain meaning:go to thy fellows; bid them cover the table, servein the meat, and we will come in to dinner.LAUNCELOTFor the table, sir, it shall be served in; for themeat, sir, it shall be covered; for your coming into dinner, sir, why, let it be as humours andconceits shall govern.[Exit]LORENZOO dear discretion, how his words are suited!70The fool hath planted in his memoryAn army of good words; and I do knowA many fools, that stand in better place,Garnish'd like him, that for a tricksy wordDefy the matter. How cheerest thou, Jessica?And now, good sweet, say thy opinion,How dost thou like the Lord Bassanio's wife?JESSICAPast all expressing. It is very meetThe Lord Bassanio live an upright life;For, having such a blessing in his lady,He finds the joys of heaven here on earth;And if on earth he do not mean it, then82In reason he should never come to heavenWhy, if two gods should play some heavenly matchAnd on the wager lay two earthly women,And Portia one, there must be something elsePawn'd with the other, for the poor rude worldHath not her fellow.LORENZOEven such a husbandHast thou of me as she is for a wife.JESSICANay, but ask my opinion too of that.LORENZOI will anon: first, let us go to dinner.JESSICANay, let me praise you while I have a stomach.LORENZONo, pray thee, let it serve for table-talk;' Then, howso'er thou speak'st, 'mong other thingsI shall digest it.JESSICAWell, I'll set you forth.[Exeunt]

    Act3 Scene5 The Merchant of Venice 威尼斯商人

  5. 02/19/2025

    Act3 Scene4 The Merchant of Venice 威尼斯商人

    The Merchant of Venice (《威尼斯商人》)，莎翁喜剧，入选九年级人教版初中语文课本。作者：William Shakespeare（威廉·莎士比亚），1564～1616，英国文学史上最杰出的戏剧家；朗读：苑溪仙；本集文本如下（从莎翁网站搬过来的哦）：ACT III SCENE IV Belmont. A room in PORTIA'S house.  [ Enter PORTIA, NERISSA, LORENZO, JESSICA, and BALTHASAR ]LORENZO Madam, although I speak it in your presence,You have a noble and a true conceitOf godlike amity; which appears most stronglyIn bearing thus the absence of your lord.But if you knew to whom you show this honour,How true a gentleman you send relief,How dear a lover of my lord your husband,I know you would be prouder of the workThan customary bounty can enforce you.PORTIAI never did repent for doing good,10Nor shall not now: for in companionsThat do converse and waste the time together,Whose souls do bear an equal yoke Of love,There must be needs a like proportionOf lineaments, of manners and of spirit;Which makes me think that this Antonio,Being the bosom lover of my lord,Must needs be like my lord. If it be so,How little is the cost I have bestow'dIn purchasing the semblance of my soul20From out the state of hellish misery!This comes too near the praising of myself;Therefore no more of it: hear other things.Lorenzo, I commit into your handsThe husbandry and manage of my houseUntil my lord's return: for mine own part,I have toward heaven breathed a secret vowTo live in prayer and contemplation,Only attended by Nerissa here,Until her husband and my lord's return:30There is a monastery two miles off;And there will we abide. I do desire youNot to deny this imposition;The which my love and some necessityNow lays upon you.LORENZOMadam, with all my heart;I shall obey you in all fair commands.PORTIAMy people do already know my mind,And will acknowledge you and JessicaIn place of Lord Bassanio and myself.40And so farewell, till we shall meet again.LORENZOFair thoughts and happy hours attend on you!JESSICAI wish your ladyship all heart's content.PORTIAI thank you for your wish, and am well pleasedTo wish it back on you: fare you well Jessica.[Exeunt JESSICA and LORENZO]Now, Balthasar,As I have ever found thee honest-true,So let me find thee still. Take this same letter,And use thou all the endeavour of a manIn speed to Padua: see thou render thisInto my cousin's hand, Doctor Bellario;50And, look, what notes and garments he doth give thee,Bring them, I pray thee, with imagined speedUnto the tranect, to the common ferryWhich trades to Venice. Waste no time in words,But get thee gone: I shall be there before thee.BALTHASARMadam, I go with all convenient speed.[Exit]PORTIACome on, Nerissa; I have work in handThat you yet know not of: we'll see our husbandsBefore they think of us.NERISSAShall they see us?PORTIAThey shall, Nerissa; but in such a habit,60That they shall think we are accomplishedWith that we lack. I'll hold thee any wager,When we are both accoutred like young men,I'll prove the prettier fellow of the two,And wear my dagger with the braver grace,And speak between the change of man and boyWith a reed voice, and turn two mincing stepsInto a manly stride, and speak of fraysLike a fine bragging youth, and tell quaint lies,How honourable ladies sought my love,70Which I denying, they fell sick and died;I could not do withal; then I'll repent,And wish for all that, that I had not killed them;And twenty of these puny lies I'll tell,That men shall swear I have discontinued schoolAbove a twelvemonth. I have within my mindA thousand raw tricks of these bragging Jacks,Which I will practise.NERISSAWhy, shall we turn to men?PORTIAFie, what a question's that,If thou wert near a lewd interpreter!But come, I'll tell thee all my whole deviceWhen I am in my coach, which stays for us82At the park gate; and therefore haste away,For we must measure twenty miles to-day.[Exeunt]

    Act3 Scene4 The Merchant of Venice 威尼斯商人

  6. 02/18/2025

    Act3 Scene3 The Merchant of Venice 威尼斯商人

    The Merchant of Venice (《威尼斯商人》)，莎翁喜剧，入选九年级人教版初中语文课本。作者：William Shakespeare（威廉·莎士比亚），1564～1616，英国文学史上最杰出的戏剧家；朗读：苑溪仙；本集文本如下（从莎翁网站搬过来的哦）：ACT III SCENE III Venice. A street.  [Enter SHYLOCK, SALARINO, ANTONIO, and Gaoler]SHYLOCK Gaoler, look to him: tell not me of mercy;This is the fool that lent out money gratis:Gaoler, look to him.ANTONIOHear me yet, good Shylock.SHYLOCKI'll have my bond; speak not against my bond:I have sworn an oath that I will have my bond.Thou call'dst me dog before thou hadst a cause;But, since I am a dog, beware my fangs:The duke shall grant me justice. I do wonder,Thou naughty gaoler, that thou art so fondTo come abroad with him at his request.10ANTONIOI pray thee, hear me speak.SHYLOCKI'll have my bond; I will not hear thee speak:I'll have my bond; and therefore speak no more.I'll not be made a soft and dull-eyed fool,To shake the head, relent, and sigh, and yieldTo Christian intercessors. Follow not;I'll have no speaking: I will have my bond.[Exit]SALARINOIt is the most impenetrable curThat ever kept with men.ANTONIOLet him alone:I'll follow him no more with bootless prayers.20He seeks my life; his reason well I know:I oft deliver'd from his forfeituresMany that have at times made moan to me;Therefore he hates me.SALARINOI am sure the dukeWill never grant this forfeiture to hold.ANTONIOThe duke cannot deny the course of law:For the commodity that strangers haveWith us in Venice, if it be denied,Will much impeach the justice of his state;Since that the trade and profit of the city30Consisteth of all nations. Therefore, go:These griefs and losses have so bated me,That I shall hardly spare a pound of fleshTo-morrow to my bloody creditor.Well, gaoler, on. Pray God, Bassanio comeTo see me pay his debt, and then I care not![Exeunt]

    Act3 Scene3 The Merchant of Venice 威尼斯商人

  7. 02/17/2025

    Act3 Scene2 The Merchant of Venice 威尼斯商人

    The Merchant of Venice (《威尼斯商人》)，莎翁喜剧，入选九年级人教版初中语文课本。作者：William Shakespeare（威廉·莎士比亚），1564～1616，英国文学史上最杰出的戏剧家；朗读：苑溪仙；本集文本如下（从莎翁网站搬过来的哦）：ACT III SCENE II Belmont. A room in PORTIA'S house.  [ Enter BASSANIO, PORTIA, GRATIANO, NERISSA, and Attendants ]PORTIA I pray you, tarry: pause a day or twoBefore you hazard; for, in choosing wrong,I lose your company: therefore forbear awhile.There's something tells me, but it is not love,I would not lose you; and you know yourself,Hate counsels not in such a quality.But lest you should not understand me well,--And yet a maiden hath no tongue but thought,--I would detain you here some month or twoBefore you venture for me. I could teach you10How to choose right, but I am then forsworn;So will I never be: so may you miss me;But if you do, you'll make me wish a sin,That I had been forsworn. Beshrew your eyes,They have o'erlook'd me and divided me;One half of me is yours, the other half yours,Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours,And so all yours. O, these naughty timesPut bars between the owners and their rights!And so, though yours, not yours. Prove it so,20Let fortune go to hell for it, not I.I speak too long; but 'tis to peize the time,To eke it and to draw it out in length,To stay you from election.BASSANIOLet me chooseFor as I am, I live upon the rack.PORTIAUpon the rack, Bassanio! then confessWhat treason there is mingled with your love.BASSANIONone but that ugly treason of mistrust,Which makes me fear the enjoying of my love:There may as well be amity and life30'Tween snow and fire, as treason and my love.PORTIAAy, but I fear you speak upon the rack,Where men enforced do speak anything.BASSANIOPromise me life, and I'll confess the truth.PORTIAWell then, confess and live.BASSANIO'Confess' and 'love'Had been the very sum of my confession:O happy torment, when my torturerDoth teach me answers for deliverance!But let me to my fortune and the caskets.PORTIAAway, then! I am lock'd in one of them:40If you do love me, you will find me out.Nerissa and the rest, stand all aloof.Let music sound while he doth make his choice;Then, if he lose, he makes a swan-like end,Fading in music: that the comparisonMay stand more proper, my eye shall be the streamAnd watery death-bed for him. He may win;And what is music then? Then music isEven as the flourish when true subjects bowTo a new-crowned monarch: such it is50As are those dulcet sounds in break of dayThat creep into the dreaming bridegroom's ear,And summon him to marriage. Now he goes,With no less presence, but with much more love,Than young Alcides, when he did redeemThe virgin tribute paid by howling TroyTo the sea-monster: I stand for sacrificeThe rest aloof are the Dardanian wives,With bleared visages, come forth to viewThe issue of the exploit. Go, Hercules!60Live thou, I live: with much, much more dismayI view the fight than thou that makest the fray.[Music, whilst BASSANIO comments on the caskets to himself]SONG.Tell me where is fancy bred,Or in the heart, or in the head?How begot, how nourished?Reply, reply.It is engender'd in the eyes,With gazing fed; and fancy diesIn the cradle where it lies.Let us all ring fancy's knell70I'll begin it,--Ding, dong, bell.ALLDing, dong, bell.BASSANIOSo may the outward shows be least themselves:The world is still deceived with ornament.In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt,But, being seasoned with a gracious voice,Obscures the show of evil? In religion,What damned error, but some sober browWill bless it and approve it with a text,Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?80There is no vice so simple but assumesSome mark of virtue on his outward parts:How many cowards, whose hearts are all as falseAs stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chinsThe beards of Hercules and frowning Mars;Who, inward search'd, have livers white as milk;And these assume but valour's excrementTo render them redoubted! Look on beauty,And you shall see 'tis purchased by the weight;Which therein works a miracle in nature,90Making them lightest that wear most of it:So are those crisped snaky golden locksWhich make such wanton gambols with the wind,Upon supposed fairness, often knownTo be the dowry of a second head,The skull that bred them in the sepulchre.Thus ornament is but the guiled shoreTo a most dangerous sea; the beauteous scarfVeiling an Indian beauty; in a word,The seeming truth which cunning times put on100To entrap the wisest. Therefore, thou gaudy gold,Hard food for Midas, I will none of thee;Nor none of thee, thou pale and common drudge'Tween man and man: but thou, thou meagre lead,Which rather threatenest than dost promise aught,Thy paleness moves me more than eloquence;And here choose I; joy be the consequence!PORTIA[Aside] How all the other passions fleet to air,As doubtful thoughts, and rash-embraced despair,And shuddering fear, and green-eyed jealousy! O love,110Be moderate; allay thy ecstasy,In measure rein thy joy; scant this excess.I feel too much thy blessing: make it less,For fear I surfeit.BASSANIOWhat find I here?[Opening the leaden casket]Fair Portia's counterfeit! What demi-godHath come so near creation? Move these eyes?Or whether, riding on the balls of mine,Seem they in motion? Here are sever'd lips,Parted with sugar breath: so sweet a barShould sunder such sweet friends. Here in her hairs120The painter plays the spider and hath wovenA golden mesh to entrap the hearts of men,Faster than gnats in cobwebs; but her eyes,--How could he see to do them? having made one,Methinks it should have power to steal both hisAnd leave itself unfurnish'd. Yet look, how farThe substance of my praise doth wrong this shadowIn underprizing it, so far this shadowDoth limp behind the substance. Here's the scroll,130The continent and summary of my fortune.[Reads]You that choose not by the view,Chance as fair and choose as true!Since this fortune falls to you,Be content and seek no new,If you be well pleased with thisAnd hold your fortune for your bliss,Turn you where your lady isAnd claim her with a loving kiss.A gentle scroll. Fair lady, by your leave;140I come by note, to give and to receive.Like one of two contending in a prize,That thinks he hath done well in people's eyes,Hearing applause and universal shout,Giddy in spirit, still gazing in a doubtWhether these pearls of praise be his or no;So, thrice fair lady, stand I, even so;As doubtful whether what I see be true,Until confirm'd, sign'd, ratified by you.PORTIAYou see me, Lord Bassanio, where I stand,Such as I am: though for myself alone151I would not be ambitious in my wish,To wish myself much better; yet, for youI would be trebled twenty times myself;A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times more rich;That only to stand high in your account,I might in virtue, beauties, livings, friends,Exceed account; but the full sum of meIs sum of something, which, to term in gross,160Is an unlesson'd girl, unschool'd, unpractised;Happy in this, she is not yet so oldBut she may learn; happier than this,She is not bred so dull but she can learn;Happiest of all is that her gentle spiritCommits itself to yours to be directed,As from her lord, her governor, her king.Myself and what is mine to you and yoursIs now converted: but now I was the lordOf this fair mansion, master of my servants,170Queen o'er myself: and even now, but now,This house, these servants and this same myselfAre yours, my lord: I give them with this ring;Which when you part from, lose, or give away,Let it presage the ruin of your loveAnd be my vantage to exclaim on you.BASSANIOMadam, you have bereft me of all words,Only my blood speaks to you in my veins;And there is such confusion in my powers,As after some oration fairly spoke180By a beloved prince, there doth appearAmong the buzzing pleased multitude;Where every something, being blent together,Turns to a wild of nothing, save of joy,Express'd and not express'd. But when this ringParts from this finger, then parts life from hence:O, then be bold to say Bassanio's dead!NERISSAMy lord and lady, it is now our time,That have stood by and seen our wishes prosper,To cry, good joy: good joy, my lord and lady!190GRATIANOMy lord Bassanio and my gentle lady,I wish you all the joy that you can wish;For I am sure you can wish none from me:And when your honours mean to solemnizeThe bargain of your faith, I do beseech you,Even at that time I may be married too.BASSANIOWith all my heart, so thou canst get a wife.GRATIANOI thank your lordship, you have got me one.My eyes, my lord, can look as swift as yours:You saw the mistress, I beheld the maid;200You loved, I loved for intermission.No more pertains to me, my lord, than you.Your fortune stood upon the casket there,And so did mine too, as the matter falls;For wooing here until I sweat again,And sweating until my very roof was dryWith oaths of love, at last, if promise last,I got a promise of this fair one hereTo have her love, provided that your fortuneAchieved her mistress.PORTIAIs this true, Nerissa?210NERISSAMadam, it is, so you stand pleased withal.BASSANIOAnd do you, Gratiano, mean good faith?GRATIANOYes, faith, my lord.BASSANIOOur feast shall be much honour'd in your marriage.GRATIANOWe'll play with them the first boy for a thousand ducats.NERISSAWhat, and stake down?GRATIANONo; we shall ne'er win at that sport, and stake down.But who comes here? Lorenzo and his infidel? What,and my old Venetian friend Salerio?220[ Enter LORENZO, JESSICA, and SALERIO, a Messenger from Venice ]BASSANIOLorenzo and Salerio, welcome hither;If that the youth of my new interest hereHave power to bid you welcome. By your leave,I bid my very friends and countrymen,Sweet Portia, welcome.PORTIASo do I, my lord:They are entirely welcome.LORENZOI thank your honour. For my part, my lord,My purpose was not to have seen you here;230But meeting with Salerio by the wa

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    Act3 Scene1 The Merchant of Venice 威尼斯商人

    The Merchant of Venice (《威尼斯商人》)，莎翁喜剧，入选九年级人教版初中语文课本。作者：William Shakespeare（威廉·莎士比亚），1564～1616，英国文学史上最杰出的戏剧家；朗读：苑溪仙；本集文本如下（从莎翁网站搬过来的哦）： ACT III SCENE I Venice. A street.  [Enter SALANIO and SALARINO]SALANIO Now, what news on the Rialto?SALARINOWhy, yet it lives there uncheck'd that Antonio hatha ship of rich lading wrecked on the narrow seas;the Goodwins, I think they call the place; a verydangerous flat and fatal, where the carcasses of manya tall ship lie buried, as they say, if my gossipReport be an honest woman of her word.SALANIOI would she were as lying a gossip in that as everknapped ginger or made her neighbours believe she10wept for the death of a third husband. But it istrue, without any slips of prolixity or crossing theplain highway of talk, that the good Antonio, thehonest Antonio,--O that I had a title good enoughto keep his name company!--SALARINOCome, the full stop.SALANIOHa! what sayest thou? Why, the end is, he hathlost a ship.SALARINOI would it might prove the end of his losses.21SALANIOLet me say 'amen' betimes, lest the devil cross myprayer, for here he comes in the likeness of a Jew.[Enter SHYLOCK]How now, Shylock! what news among the merchants?SHYLOCKYou know, none so well, none so well as you, of mydaughter's flight.SALARINOThat's certain: I, for my part, knew the tailorthat made the wings she flew withal.30SALANIOAnd Shylock, for his own part, knew the bird wasfledged; and then it is the complexion of them allto leave the dam.SHYLOCKShe is damned for it.SALANIOThat's certain, if the devil may be her judge.SHYLOCKMy own flesh and blood to rebel!SALANIOOut upon it, old carrion! rebels it at these years?SHYLOCKI say, my daughter is my flesh and blood.SALARINOThere is more difference between thy flesh and hers41than between jet and ivory; more between your bloodsthan there is between red wine and rhenish. Buttell us, do you hear whether Antonio have had anyloss at sea or no?SHYLOCKThere I have another bad match: a bankrupt, aprodigal, who dare scarce show his head on theRialto; a beggar, that was used to come so smug uponthe mart; let him look to his bond: he was wont tocall me usurer; let him look to his bond: he was50wont to lend money for a Christian courtesy; let himlook to his bond.SALARINOWhy, I am sure, if he forfeit, thou wilt not takehis flesh: what's that good for?SHYLOCKTo bait fish withal: if it will feed nothing else,it will feed my revenge. He hath disgraced me, andhindered me half a million; laughed at my losses,mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted mybargains, cooled my friends, heated mineenemies; and what's his reason? I am a Jew. Hath60not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs,dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed withthe same food, hurt with the same weapons, subjectto the same diseases, healed by the same means,warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, asa Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed?if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poisonus, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we notrevenge? If we are like you in the rest, we willresemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian,70what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christianwrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be byChristian example? Why, revenge. The villany youteach me, I will execute, and it shall go hard but Iwill better the instruction.[Enter a Servant]ServantGentlemen, my master Antonio is at his house anddesires to speak with you both.SALARINOWe have been up and down to seek him.[Enter TUBAL]SALANIOHere comes another of the tribe: a third cannot be80matched, unless the devil himself turn Jew.[Exeunt SALANIO, SALARINO, and Servant]SHYLOCKHow now, Tubal! what news from Genoa? hast thoufound my daughter?TUBALI often came where I did hear of her, but cannot find her.SHYLOCKWhy, there, there, there, there! a diamond gone,cost me two thousand ducats in Frankfort! The cursenever fell upon our nation till now; I never felt ittill now: two thousand ducats in that; and other90precious, precious jewels. I would my daughterwere dead at my foot, and the jewels in her ear!would she were hearsed at my foot, and the ducats inher coffin! No news of them? Why, so: and I knownot what's spent in the search: why, thou loss uponloss! the thief gone with so much, and so much tofind the thief; and no satisfaction, no revenge:nor no in luck stirring but what lights on myshoulders; no sighs but of my breathing; no tearsbut of my shedding.101TUBALYes, other men have ill luck too: Antonio, as Iheard in Genoa,--SHYLOCKWhat, what, what? ill luck, ill luck?TUBALHath an argosy cast away, coming from Tripolis.SHYLOCKI thank God, I thank God. Is't true, is't true?TUBALI spoke with some of the sailors that escaped the wreck.110SHYLOCKI thank thee, good Tubal: good news, good news!ha, ha! where? in Genoa?TUBALYour daughter spent in Genoa, as I heard, in onenight fourscore ducats.SHYLOCKThou stickest a dagger in me: I shall never see mygold again: fourscore ducats at a sitting!fourscore ducats!TUBALThere came divers of Antonio's creditors in mycompany to Venice, that swear he cannot choose but break.120SHYLOCKI am very glad of it: I'll plague him; I'll torturehim: I am glad of it.TUBALOne of them showed me a ring that he had of yourdaughter for a monkey.SHYLOCKOut upon her! Thou torturest me, Tubal: it was myturquoise; I had it of Leah when I was a bachelor:I would not have given it for a wilderness of monkeys.TUBALBut Antonio is certainly undone.SHYLOCKNay, that's true, that's very true. Go, Tubal, fee130me an officer; bespeak him a fortnight before. Iwill have the heart of him, if he forfeit; for, werehe out of Venice, I can make what merchandise Iwill. Go, go, Tubal, and meet me at our synagogue;go, good Tubal; at our synagogue, Tubal.[Exeunt]

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The Merchant of Venice (《威尼斯商人》)，莎翁喜剧，入选九年级人教版初中语文课本。 作者：William Shakespeare（威廉·莎士比亚），1564～1616，英国文学史上最杰出的戏剧家； 朗读：苑溪仙； 播出时间：上午9点

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