Quotes on Merchant Of Venice

Some men there are love not a gaping pig, some that are mad if they behold a cat, and others when the bagpipe sings I the nose cannot contain their urine.

If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.

All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life hath sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold.

It is a good divine that follows his own instructions.

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.

Though justice be Thy plea, consider this: That in the course of justice none of us should see salvation. We do pray for mercy, And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.

You have too much respect upon the world; They lose it that do buy it with much care

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? ...If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example?

The quality of mercy is not strained

I am not bound to please thee with my answer.

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. An evil soul producing holy witness Is like a villain with a smiling cheek, A goodly apple rotten at the heart. O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

It is a wise father that knows his own child.

I like not fair terms and a villain's mind.

The villany you teach me I shall execute; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.

If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?

I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father.

The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.

All things that are, are with more spirit chased than enjoyed.

Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!

These blessed candles of the night.