| Speeches (Lines) for Gratiano | ||
| # | Act, Scene, Line (Click to see in context) | Speech text | 
| 1 | You look not well, Signior Antonio;
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| 2 | Let me play the fool:
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| 3 | Well, keep me company but two years moe,
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| 4 | Thanks, i' faith, for silence is only commendable
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| 5 | Where is your master? | |
| 6 | Signior Bassanio! | |
| 7 | I have a suit to you. | |
| 8 | You must not deny me: I must go with you to Belmont. | |
| 9 | Signior Bassanio, hear me:
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| 10 | Nay, but I bar to-night: you shall not gauge me
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| 11 | And I must to Lorenzo and the rest:
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| 12 | We have not made good preparation. | |
| 13 | Love-news, in faith. | |
| 14 | Was not that letter from fair Jessica? | |
| 15 | This is the pent-house under which Lorenzo
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| 16 | And it is marvel he out-dwells his hour,
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| 17 | That ever holds: who riseth from a feast
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| 18 | Now, by my hood, a Gentile and no Jew. | |
| 19 | Signior Antonio! | |
| 20 | I am glad on't: I desire no more delight
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| 21 | My lord Bassanio and my gentle lady,
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| 22 | I thank your lordship, you have got me one.
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| 23 | Yes, faith, my lord. | |
| 24 | We'll play with them the first boy for a thousand ducats. | |
| 25 | No; we shall ne'er win at that sport, and stake down.
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| 26 | Nerissa, cheer yon stranger; bid her welcome.
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| 27 | Not on thy sole, but on thy soul, harsh Jew,
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| 28 | O, be thou damn'd, inexecrable dog!
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| 29 | I have a wife, whom, I protest, I love:
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| 30 | O upright judge! Mark, Jew: O learned judge! | |
| 31 | O learned judge! Mark, Jew: a learned judge! | |
| 32 | O Jew! an upright judge, a learned judge! | |
| 33 | A second Daniel, a Daniel, Jew!
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| 34 | A Daniel, still say I, a second Daniel!
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| 35 | Beg that thou mayst have leave to hang thyself:
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| 36 | A halter gratis; nothing else, for God's sake. | |
| 37 | In christening shalt thou have two god-fathers:
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| 38 | Fair sir, you are well o'erta'en
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| 39 | That will I do. | |
| 40 | [To NERISSA] By yonder moon I swear you do me wrong;
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| 41 | About a hoop of gold, a paltry ring
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| 42 | He will, an if he live to be a man. | |
| 43 | Now, by this hand, I gave it to a youth,
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| 44 | My Lord Bassanio gave his ring away
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| 45 | Well, do you so; let not me take him, then;
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| 46 | Why, this is like the mending of highways
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| 47 | Were you the clerk that is to make me cuckold? | |
| 48 | Let it be so: the first inter'gatory
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