Monologue

Bassanio Monologue from The Merchant of Venice

From The Merchant of Venice by William Shakespeare

male · anguished · 1:26 min

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O sweet Portia, Here are a few of the unpleasant’st words That ever blotted paper. Gentle lady, When I did first impart my love to you, I freely told you all the wealth I had Ran in my veins, I was a gentleman. And then I told you true. And yet, dear lady, Rating myself at nothing, you shall see How much I was a braggart. When I told you My state was nothing, I should then have told you That I was worse than nothing; for indeed I have engag’d myself to a dear friend, Engag’d my friend to his mere enemy, To feed my means. Here is a letter, lady, The paper as the body of my friend, And every word in it a gaping wound Issuing life-blood. But is it true, Salerio? Hath all his ventures fail’d? What, not one hit? From Tripolis, from Mexico, and England, From Lisbon, Barbary, and India, And not one vessel scape the dreadful touch Of merchant-marring rocks?

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Bassanio expresses his deep regret and concern over the financial troubles of his friend Antonio, revealing the emotional weight of his actions and the impact of his choices.

20s · despair · betrayal · love · friendship · loss

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