Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff: you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.

Shall I never see a bachelor of three score again?

You Jig, you amble, and you lisp.

He capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holiday, he smells April and May.

A politician... one that would circumvent God.

It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.

If there be devils, would I were a devil, To live and burn in everlasting fire, So I might have your company in hell, But to torment you with my bitter tongue!