If Great Authors Wrote Porn #05 Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Many scholarly theses have been written on the subject of Shakespearean bawdry. The Bard of Avon was no prude and sprinkled rude jokes through his plays for the edification of the audience in the pit. However, the majority of them are obscure to the modern reader because of changes in vulgar slang over the centuries. Herewith I offer my humble imagination of how he might write porn for the modern mind. I have no doubt it will be the subject of much criticism as even the original has over the centuries.
ACT I
Scene I A Street in Venice.
(Enter ANTONIO and Bassanio, in conversation)
ANTONIO
Well, tell me now what lady is the same
To whom you swore a secret pilgrimage,
To bring her pussy's sweetness soft to bed
That you to-day promised to tell me of?
BASSANIO
Of all of men who chase the fairest flower
That ever women hid between their legs,
I owe the most, in money and in love,
And from your love I have a warranty
To unburden all my plots and purposes
How to get clear of all the debts I owe.
ANTONIO
I pray you, good Bassanio, let me know it;
And if it stand, as yet your cock still does
To pierce the depth of this maid's pussy sweet,
My purse, my person, my extremest means,
Lie all unlock'd to your occasions.
BASSANIO
In Belmont is a lady richly left;
And she is fair, and so doth have such boobs,
Of wondrous virtue: sometimes from her eyes
I did receive fair speechless messages:
Her name is Portia, nothing undervalued
To Cato's daughter, Brutus' Portia:
Nor is the wide world ignorant of her cunt,
For the four winds blow in from every coast
Hard cocked suitors, and her sunny hair
Lies fair upon her pussy down below.
O my Antonio, had I but the means
To hold my cock along with one of them,
I have a mind presages me such thrift,
That I should questionless be fucking her anon!
ANTONIO
That shall be rack'd, even to the uttermost,
To furnish thee to Portia's boobs and ass.
Go, presently inquire, and so will I,
Where money is, and I no question make
To have it of my trust or for my sake.
(Exeunt)
SCENE II Portia's bedchamber
PORTIA
The length of a cock may be the measure of a man,
But this reasoning is not in the fashion to
choose me a husband. O me, the word 'choose!' I may
neither choose which cock I like nor dislike;
so is the will of a daughter's pussy curbed
by the will of a dead father. Is it not hard,
Yea, as hard as the cocks which do stand waiting for me,
Jessica, that I cannot choose one nor refuse none?
JESSICA
My father Shylock is a Jew and a money-lender;
And yet tween you and me true friendship grows.
As our fathers were different so are we alike.
My father is strict and allows me no cock to seek.
Your father was ever virtuous; therefore the lottery,
that his will devised in these three cloths of gold,
silver and linen, whereof who chooses your pussy
shall have thy troth. But those whose cocks drive them,
these princely suitors that are already here
though here they have not yet come,
what now, when do they hazard a choice?
PORTIA
I pray thee, over-name them; and as thou namest
them, I will describe their rods; and, according to my
description, level at my affection.
JESSICA
First, there is the Moorish prince.
PORTIA
Ay, that's a colt indeed, for he doth nothing but
talk of his horse; and vaunts it about that he is
e'en so hung himself. I am much afeard my lady his
mother was fucked by a blacksmith.
JESSICA
Then how likes thou the Count of Arragon?
PORTIA
Very vilely in the morning, when he is sober, and
most vilely in the afternoon, when he is drunk: when
he arises his shaft is hard and he doth piss it away, and
when he is drunk it doth fall so low I cannot find it.
He is little better than a beast:
and the worst fall that ever fell, I hope I shall
make shift to not be fucked by him.
JESSICA
If he should offer to choose, and choose the right
cloth, you should refuse to perform your father's
will, if you should refuse to give him your cunt.
PORTIA
If I live to be as old as Sibylla, I will die as
chaste as Diana, unless I be obtained by the manner
of my father's will. Therefore, for fear of the worst,
set a deep glass of rhenish wine on the contrary drape,
for if the devil be within and that temptation
without, I know he will choose it rather than my pussy.
JESSICA
And Bassiano, he who makes the third
To lust to taste thy cunt juice, lady?
PORTIA
Now of the lot, methinks he pleases best,
If only his prick does have the length of
those lonesome shanks, and if only his
purse did have the length of his prick,
then should I wish that he may endeavor
to lift the cloth that doth my pussy hide.
(Enter a Serving-man)
How now! what news?
SERVANT
Tonight, Madam, they shall make their choices.
(Exit serving man)
PORTIA
So tonight is my pussy to be displayed for all
And hard cocks to make play to enter it
By this auction of choosing cloths.
(Exeunt)
SCENE III. Venice. A public place.
(Enter BASSANIO and SHYLOCK )
SHYLOCK
Three thousand ducats; well.
BASSANIO
Ay, sir, for three months. For the which, as I told you, Antonio shall be bound.
SHYLOCK
Antonio shall become bound; well.
BASSANIO
May you stead me? will you say me yes? shall I
know your answer?
SHYLOCK
Antonio is a good man. Oh, no, no, no, no: my meaning in saying he is a
good man is to have you understand me that he is
sufficient. Three thousand ducats; I think I may
take his bond. I will be assured I may; and, that I may be assured,
I will bethink me. May I speak with Antonio?
(Enter ANTONIO)
BASSANIO
This is Signior Antonio.
SHYLOCK
This kindness will I show.
Go with me to a notary, seal me there
Your single bond; and, in a merry sport,
If you repay me not on such a day,
In such a place, such sum or sums as are
Express'd in the condition, let the forfeit
Be nominated for an equal pound
Of your fair flesh, to be cut off and taken
From the very end of your fine Christian cock.
ANTONIO
Content, i' faith: I'll seal to such a bond
And say there is much kindness in the Jew.
BASSANIO
You shall not seal to such a bond for me:
I'll rather dwell in my necessity.
Portia's cunt spread on my couch I long to see
But not so much to take thy cock from thee.
ANTONIO
Come on: in this there can be no dismay;
My ships come home a month before the day.
And when my well filled ship lies at the dock
He shall never have his pound from off my cock.
(Exeunt)
ACT II
SCENE I Belmont. A room in PORTIA'S house.
(Flourish of cornets. Enter the PRINCE OF MOROCCO and his train; JESSICA, and others attending )
MOROCCO
Mislike me not for my complexion,
The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun,
To whom I am a neighbour and near bred.
The best-regarded virgins of our clime
Have loved it too: I would not change this hue,
Except to steal the pussy of fair Portia.
JESSICA
Go into the bedroom now and discover
There several curtains, oh my noble prince.
Now make your choice.
MOROCCO
The first, of gold, who this inscription bears,
'Who chooseth me shall gain what many men desire;'
The second, silver, which this promise carries,
'Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves;'
This third, plain linen, with warning all as blunt,
'Who chooseth me must give and hazard all he hath.'
How shall I know if I do choose the right?
JESSICA
Well shall you know, my lord, by Portia's pussy
found behind the curtain. I doubt not you will know it.
MOROCCO
What many men desire? Shall I try the gold?
O sinful thought! Never so rich a gem
Was set in worse than gold. They have in England
A coin that bears the figure of an angel
Stamped in gold, but that's insculp'd upon;
Behind the cloth of gold, what I desire must lie.
JESSICA
There, open it, prince; and if her cunt is there,
Then she is yours. Raise the cloth but as high
as your girdle, and feel what doth ensue beneath.
(He raises the cloth of gold.)
MOROCCO
What! Whose hands are these that grasping my crotch
Do draw me under the cloth so fair? Forsooth, my tights are down,
And my cock springs forth ready. Can she abide its length,
its girth, its thrusting force? Soft around it I feel wet and warm.
But hold, is this a pussy here? What tickles the tip of my rod,
So like a busy tongue? Methinks behind the cloth of gold,
Soft lips enwrap my cock and take it deep. No fair slit here,
But a blow job strong is my reward. Ah, suck and suck,
Fair maid, and with thy hands stroke the shaft even as thy mouth
Does take it deep and warm. And faster speed, upwards, down,
Until I shoot my juices thus, Aha, I come! And so am spent.
But now from soft hands a parchment's giv'n me. Now let me read.
(Reads)
"All that glitters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told:
Many a man his life hath sold
But a fair cunt to behold:
But let soft lips your cock enfold.
Had you been as wise as bold,
Your answer had not been inscroll'd:
Fare you well; your suit is cold."
(Pulling up his tights)
Cold, indeed; and labour lost:
Then, farewell, heat, and welcome, frost!
Portia, adieu. I have too soft a prick
To take a tedious leave: thus losers part.
(Exit with his train. Flourish of cornets)
(The curtain opens and Portia, unclothed, looks out.)
PORTIA
A gentle riddance. Draw the curtains, go.
Let all of his complexion choose me so.
(Exeunt)
SCENE II. Belmont. A room in PORTIA'S house.
(Enter JESSICA to PORTIA, nude on the bed)
JESSICA
Quick, quick, I pray thee; draw the curtain straight:
The Prince of Arragon hath ta'en his oath,
And comes to his election presently.
(Flourish of cornets. Enter the PRINCE OF ARRAGON with his train)
JESSICA
Behold, there are the curtains, noble prince:
If you choose that wherein her pussy lies,
Straight shall you nuptial rites be solemnized: