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Act 2, Scene 5
The Merchant of Venice Translation Act 2, Scene 6
Enter the masquers GRATIANO and SALERIO
GRATIANO
This is the penthouse under which LorenzoDesired us to make stand.
GRATIANO
This is the house Lorenzo wanted us to wait at.
SALERIO
His hour is almost past.
SALERIO
He's nearly late.
GRATIANO
And it is marvel he outdwells his hour,For lovers ever run before the clock.
GRATIANO
Yes, and that's surprising, because those in love are usually early.
SALERIO
Oh, ten times faster Venus' pigeons flyTo seal love’s bonds new made than they are wontTo keep obligèd faith unforfeited.
SALERIO
The doves of Venus fly ten times faster to consummate a new relationship than to keep couples together.
GRATIANO
That ever holds. Who riseth from a feast With that keen appetite that he sits down? Where is the horse that doth untread again His tedious measures with the unbated fire That he did pace them first? All things that are, Are with more spirit chasèd than enjoyed. How like a younger or a prodigal The scarfèd bark puts from her native bay, Hugged and embraèd by the strumpet wind! How like the prodigal doth she return, With overweathered ribs and ragged sails Lean, rent, and beggared by the strumpet wind!
GRATIANO
That's always true. Who leaves a meal as hungry as when he sat down? What horse retraces its steps with as much eagerness as when it went forward? The chase is always the most exciting part. When a ship leaves its native bay its sails are hugged and embraced by the loving wind! But when the ship returns it has weathered sides and ragged sails, damaged and torn apart by the vicious wind!
SALERIO
Here comes Lorenzo. More of this hereafter.
SALERIO
Here comes Lorenzo. We can talk about this more later.
Enter LORENZO
LORENZO
Sweet friends, your patience for my long abode. Not I but my affairs have made you wait. When you shall please to play the thieves for wives, I’ll watch as long for you then. Approach. Here dwells my father Jew.—Ho! Who’s within?
LORENZO
My sweet friends, forgive me for being late. I didn't keep you waiting on purpose, but had to because of my business. When you are the ones trying and steal your wives away, I'll wait just as patiently for you as you've waited for me. Come here. This the house of the Jew that will be my father-in-law. Hello! Who's there?
Enter JESSICA above, disguised as a boy
JESSICA
Who are you? Tell me for more certainty,Albeit I’ll swear that I do know your tongue.
JESSICA
Who are you? Tell me so I can be sure, although I swear I recognize your voice.
LORENZO
Lorenzo, and thy love.
LORENZO
It is Lorenzo, your love.
JESSICA
Lorenzo certain, and my love indeed— For who love I so much? And now who knowsBut you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours?
JESSICA
You are certainly Lorenzo, and definitely my love. Who do I love as much as you? And who other than yourself knows that I am yours?
LORENZO
Heaven and thy thoughts are witness that thou art.
LORENZO
Heaven and you yourself both know that you are mine.
JESSICA
Here, catch this casket. It is worth the pains. I am glad ’tis night, you do not look on me, For I am much ashamed of my exchange. But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit, For if they could Cupid himself would blush To see me thus transformèd to a boy.
JESSICA
Here, catch this box. It's worth the effort. I am glad it's dark out so you can't see me. I'm very ashamed of how I look in my disguise. But love is blind and lovers cannot see the little faults in their relationships. If they could, Cupid himself would blush at how ridiculous I look disguised as a boy.
LORENZO
Descend, for you must be my torchbearer.
LORENZO
Come down. You must be my torchbearer.
JESSICA
What, must I hold a candle to my shames? They in themselves, good sooth, are too too light. Why, ’tis an office of discovery, love. And I should be obscured.
JESSICA
What, I'm supposed to hold up a candle so you can see my shameful appearance? Speaking of light, my behavior is a little too light on morality. The torchbearer brings things to light, my love, and I should be kept hidden in the shadows.
LORENZO
So are you, sweet, Even in the lovely garnish of a boy. But come at once, For the close night doth play the runaway, And we are stayed for at Bassanio’s feast.
LORENZO
You are hidden, sweetie, in the lovely disguise of a boy. But come here at once. The night is going by quickly, and they're waiting for us at Bassanio's feast.
JESSICA
I will make fast the doors and gild myself With some more ducats, and be with you straight.
JESSICA
I'll make sure the doors are securely closed and get some more money, and then I'll be with you right away.
Exit JESSICA above
GRATIANO
Now, by my hood, a gentle and no Jew.
GRATIANO
I swear, she's too gentle to be a Jew.
LORENZO
Beshrew me but I love her heartily. For she is wise, if I can judge of her. And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true. And true she is, as she hath proved herself. And therefore, like herself—wise, fair and true— Shall she be placèd in my constant soul.
LORENZO
Call me crazy, but I love her with all my heart. If I'm any judge of character, she is wise. And if my eyes are trustworthy, she is beautiful. Moreover, she has proven herself to be loyal. And since she is wise, beautiful, and loyal, she will always be in my heart.
Enter JESSICA
What, art thou come?—On, gentlemen, away!Our masquing mates by this time for us stay.
Are you here now? Gentlemen, let's go! Our fellow party-goers are waiting for us at the masquerade.
Exit LORENZO with JESSICA and SALERIO
Enter ANTONIO
ANTONIO
Who’s there?
ANTONIO
Who's there?
GRATIANO
Signor Antonio?
GRATIANO
Sir Antonio?
ANTONIO
Fie, fie, Gratiano! Where are all the rest? 'Tis nine o'clock. Our friends all stay for you. No masque tonight. The wind is come about. Bassanio presently will go aboard. I have sent twenty out to seek for you.
ANTONIO
Ah, Gratiano! Where is everyone else? It's nine o'clock. Our friends are all waiting for you. There's not going to be a masquerade party tonight. The wind is blowing, so Bassanio is going to get on his sailboat right away. I have sent twenty men out looking for you.
GRATIANO
I am glad on ’t. I desire no more delightThan to be under sail and gone tonight.
GRATIANO
I'm glad. I don't want a party. All I want is to be on our way sailing tonight.
Exeunt
