"I may neither choose who I would nor refuse who I dislike; so if the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father."
"[T]he lottery that he hath devised in these three chests of gold, silver, and lead, whereof who chooses his meaning chooses you, will, no doubt, never be chosen by any rightly but one who shall rightly love."
"I pray thee, over-name them., and as thou namest them, I will describe them."
"Ay, that’s a colt indeed, for he doth nothing but talk of his horse; and he makes it a great appropriation to his own good parts that he can shoe him himself. I am much afeard my lady his mother played false with a smith.
"First there is the Neapolitan prince."
Portia then belittles another five possible suitors.
"Yes, yes, it was Bassanio—as I think he was so called."
"I remember him well, and I remember him worthy of thy praise."
"True, madam: he of all the men that ever my foolish eyes looked upon, was the best deserving a fair lady."
"Do you not remember, ... a Venetian, a scholar and a soldier, that came hither in company of the Marquis of Montferrat?"
"How now, what news?
"The four strangers seek for you, madam, to take their leave. And there is a forerunner come from a fifth, the Prince of Morocco, who brings word the prince his master will be here tonight.