


In lieu of a wiki (collaborative essay) here is a too vague and grossly informal essay that you can cut and paste into word and write properly. You'll see the topic earlier in the blog.
True and False Values
The main idea in the play is true values versus false values. This is the central idea to a big, big extent. If you look at the three plots, pound of flesh, casket and ring they're all about this, aren't they?
The flesh plot is about Shylock - stubborn old beggar - forgetting everything except his revenge. He thinks money and the letter of the law is more important than being nice to people and the spirit the law was intended in. After all, the law is meant to stop murder, not make it OK. He keeps running around saying "I will have my bond" about a million times. When he's asked if a surgeon should stand by while he cuts out the flesh, he keeps saying, "Is it so nominated in the bond?" I mean, he's just completely lost touch, eh? He thinks he's sworn an "oath to heaven" whatever the hell that means, to keep to that bloody bond but can't he see that Portia's testing him? His last chance to show some goddamm mercy? It's kind of poetic justice that Portia gets him on a legal technicality, eh? She played him at his own game. She says that he can take the flesh but if he "spills one drop of Christian blood", they'll have his guts for garters. I reckon that Shylock had every reason to get back those Christians - good on him I say. I mean, what's so damn special about their blood? BUT, I also reckon that Shylock's got it all wrong. He's got his values all mixed up. Underneath his anger I reckon he loved his daughter more than money even though the Sallies said he cried "O my daughter, oh my ducats!" But he was so bitter about his identity as a Jew being denied and his daughter letting him down that he focussed on surface things like the legal bond and forgot his humanity which, let's face it, is the true value.
Now we come to the second plot which is all about these caskets - Portia's dad's test of her boyfriends' true values. They're gold, silver and lead. The man who chooses the right casket will find Portia's picture in there and will be allowed to marry her. Morocco - he chooses gold cos it is sure to be the only one worthy of Portia and Aragon, he doesn't want gold cos "many men desire" it and he doesn't want to be like the "common multitudes" - he's arrogant - geddit? Anyway, when Morocco opens the gold chest he learns that "all that glister is not gold" - it isn't good to assume that good things come in flash packages - that's a false value. Of course, Bassanio, after a long flowery speech, chooses the leaden casket because he reckons gold is misleading - he actually says "Thou gaudy gold, hard food for Midas, I'll none of thee" (or something like that - why doesn't he speak proper English?) It's quite funny that Bassanio says "the world is still deceived by ornament" because he wooed Portia partly to get out of debt. I also like the way Shylock referred to "his borrowed purse" - he borrowed money to boy flash stuff to woo Portia and now he's saying that money's bad. What the ..? On the other hand, I guess Shakespeare was showing the upper classes and Bassanio is a spokesperson for noble Christian values. Phew! At least he does a good job of showing us true and false values:)
But wait there's more! There's this little funny ring plot at the end where Portia and Nerissa test their guys' love for them. When they are dressed up as a lawyer and her clerk (long story) they save Antonio from that flesh thing and when Bass and Grat offer to reward them they beg for their brand new wedding rings (lol) - just like the flesh plot they take it right up to the wire pretending to be upset about their lost rings and saying "that doctor will be my bedfellow". I reckon this is testing their values. Now they are married they owe their wives a bit more loyalty than their boyfriend Antonio - I mean, come on! But old Portia, you have to hand it to her. She doesn't really go for broke like Shylock, she is teasing her hubby lovingly and forgives him gently. The true value is mercy and love: the false value is hate and revenge.
I don't know how you can argue that true and false values are not the central idea. The opposition of these two things is so basic that a heck of a lot of the other themes cluster around them. I think I'll let the clever rich chick have the last say. "The squalid tea of Mercer is not strained."