PORTIA and NERISSA
Oh Nerissa, my poor little body is tired of this great big world.
You’d be tired, madam, if you had bad luck rather than wealth and good luck.
But as far as I can tell, people with too much suffer as much as people with nothing. The
best way to be happy is to be in between. When you have too much you get old sooner, but
having just enough helps you live longer.
Good point, and well said.
It would be better if you actually applied it to your life.
You think it’s that easy? If doing good deeds were as easy as knowing how to
do them, then everyone would be better off. Small chapels would be big churches, and poor
men’s cottages would be princes' palaces. It takes a good priest to
practice what he preaches. For me, it’s easier to lecture twenty people on how to
be good than to be the one person out of twenty who actually does good things. The brain can
tell the heart what to do, but what does it matter? Cold rules don’t matter when
you’ve got a hot temper. Young people are like frisky young rabbits, and good
advice is like a crippled old man trying to catch them. But thinking like this
won’t help me choose a husband. Oh, the word “choose” is
strange! I can’t choose who I like, or refuse who I dislike. I’m a living
daughter still controlled by the wishes of her dead father. Isn’t it a pain that I
can’t choose or refuse anyone, Nerissa?