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Vntill a King be by,and then his state
Empties it selfe,as doth an in-land brooke
Into the maine of waters : Muficke, harke.
Ner. It is your musicke Madam of the house.
Por. Nothing is good I see without resped, Methinkes it sounds much sweeter then by day.
Ner. Silence beftowes that vertue on it Madam,
Por. The Crow doth fing as sweetly as the Larke,
When neither is attended : and I thinke
The Nightingale if she lhould fing by day
When euery Goose is cackling, would be thought
No better a Musician then the Wren.
How many things by season, season'd are
To their right praise and truc perfection.
Peace, how the Moonc sleepes with Endimion,
And would not be awak'd.
Lor. That is the voice,
Or I am much deceiu'd of Portia.
Por. He knowes mc as the blinde man knows
The Cucko, by the bad voyce.
Lor. Deere Lady,welcome home.
Por. We haue bin praying for our husband health,
Which speed we hope the better for our words.
Are they return'd?
Loren. Madam, they are not yet:
But there is come a Messenger before,
To signific their comming.
Por. Go in Nerrilla,
Giuc order to my feruants, that they take
No note at all of our being absent hence,
Nor you Loranizo, Jessica nor you,
Lor. Your husband is at hand, I heare his Trumpet,
We are no cell-cales Madame, feare you not.
Por. This night me thinkesis but the day light ficke,
It lookes a little paler,tis a day,
Such as the day is when ibe Sunne is hida
Inter Buffinio, Anthonio, Gratiano, and obeir.
Bal. We should hold day with the Antipodes,
If you would walke in absence of the sunne.
Por. Letine giuclight, but let me not be light,
For a light wife doch make a heauy husband,
And neuer be Baffinio fo for me,
But God for all : y'are welcome home my Lord.
B.l.I thanke you Madame, giuc welcome to my friend,
This is the man,this is Anthonio,
To whom I am so infinitely bound.
Por. You should in all sence be much bound co him,
For as I heare, he was much bound for you.
Art.No more then I am well acquitted of
Por.Sir, you are very welcome to our house,
It must appeare in other wayes then words,
Therefore I can this breaching cartefie.
Gra.By yonder Moone I sweare you do me wrong,
Infaith Igaue it to the ludges Clarke,'
Would he were gelt that had it for my part,
Since you do take it (Loire) so much at bart.
Por. A quarrell hoe already, what's the matter?
Gra.About a hoope of gold, a palay ring:
That the did giue nic, whose poesie was
For all the world like Cutlers poetry',
Vpon a knife, Lone me, and leave me not.
Ner. What talke you ofthe poeficor the value;
You swore to me when I did giue it you,
That you would weare it till your houre of death,
And thacit should rye with you in your graue
Though not for me, yet for your vehemenc oathes,
You should hauebédne respective, and hawe kopp ic. i.!"
Gave it a ludges Clarkc.; no God's my ludges pi....
The Clarke will ners were
hairdon's face that hadisi
Gra.He will,and if he liue to be a man.
Ner.I, if a woman liue to be a man.
Gro. Now by this hand I gauc it to a youth,
A kinde of boy, a little scrubbed boy,
No higher thea chy felfe, che Iudges Clarke,
A prating boy that begd it as a fec,
I could not for my heart deny it him.
Por. You were too blame, I must be plaine with you,
To part so slightly with your wiues firit gift,
A thing fucke on with oaths vpon your finger,
And so riueted with faith ynto your flesh.
I gaue my Louc a ring, and made him sweare
Neuer to part with it, and heere he tands;
I dare be sworne for him he would not leauc ic,
Nor plucke it from his finger, for the wealth
That the world matters.Now in faith Gratiano,
You giue your wife too vnkinde a cause of grecfe,
And cwere to me I should be mad at it.
Ball. Why I were best to cut my left hand off,
And (wcare I lost the Ring defending it.
Gra.My Lord Bassanio gauc his ring away
Vnco thc Iudge that begd it, and indeed
Deseru'd it to: and then the boy his Clarke
That tooke fome paiacs in writing, he begd minc,
And neither man nor master would take ought
But the two rings.
Por.Whac ring gauc you my Lord?
Not that I hope which you rcciu'd of me.
Bal.if I could adde a lyc vnto a fault, .
I would deny it: but you see my finger
Hath nor the ring vpon it,it is gone.
Por.Euen so void is your falle heart of truth.
By hcauen I will nere come in your bed,
Vneill I see the ring.
Ner. Nor I in yours,
Till I againc sec minc.
If you did know to whome I gaue the Ring.
If you did know for whom I gauc the Ring,
and would conceiue for what I gaue the Ring,
And how vnwillingly I left the Ring,
When nought would be accepted but the Ring,
You would abate the strength of your displeasurc,
Por. If you had knowne the vertue of the Ring,
Ofhalfe her wurthinesse chac gaue
Or your ownc honor to containe the Ring,
You would not then hauc parted with the Ring.
What man is there so much vnreasonable,
If you had pleasd to haue defended it
With any termes of zeale, wanted the modely
To vrge the thing held as a ceremony?
Nerrissa teaches me what to belccue,
Ile die for's, but some woman had the Ring.
Baff. No by my honor Madam, by my loule
No woman had it, but a ciuill Doctor,
Which did refuse three thousand Ducates of me,
And begd the Ring, the which I did deny him,
And suffer'd him to go away displeasd,
Euen he that did vphold the very life
Ofıny deere friend. What should I say sweet Lady?
I was enforc'd to send it after him :
I was beset with shame and courtelie,
My honour would not let ingratitude
So much besmcare it. Pardon me good Lady,
For by these blessed Candles of the night,
Had you bene there, I thinke you would haue beg&
The King of me, to giue the worthy Doctor.
Por. Let not that Doctor ere come ncere my house,
Since he hath got the icwell that I loued,
And that which you did sweare to keepe for me,
I will become as liberall as you,
Ile not deny him any thing I haue,
No,not my bodic, nor my husbands bed:
Know him I shall, I am well sure of it.
Lye not a night from home : watch me like Argos,
If you do not, if I be left alone,
Now by mine honor, which is yet mine owne,
Ile haue that Doctor for my bed-fellow.
Ner. And I his Clarke: therefore be well aduild
How you do lcaue me to mine owne protection,
Gra. Well do you so: let not me cake him then,
For if I do, Ile marre the yong Clarkes pen.
An. I am ch'vr.happy subiect of these quarrels.
Por. Sir, greeue not:you, you are welcome notwithstanding.
Bal. Portia, forgiue me this enforced wrong,
And in the hearing of these many friends
I sweare to thee, cuen by thinc ownc faire cycs,
Wherein I see my felfe.
Por. Marke you but that.
In both my eyes he doubly sees himselfe:
In cach eye onc,sweare by your double selfe,
And there's an oath of credite.
Bas. Nay, but hcare me,
Pardon this fault, and by my soule I sweare,
I neuer more will breake an oath with thee.
An. I once did lend my body for his wealth,
Which but for him that had your husband Ring,
Had quite miscarried. I dare be bound againe,
My soule vpon che forfet, that your Lord
Will neuer imore breake faith aduisedly.
Por. Then you shall be his surety; giue him this,
And bid him keepe ic better then the other.
An. Heere Lord Bassanio, sweare to keepe this Ring
Baf. By hcauen it is the same I gauc the Doctor.
Por, I had it of him; pardon me Bafanso,
For by this ring the Doctor lay with me.
Ner. And pardon me my gentle Gratiawe,
For that same scrubbed boy the Do&ors Clarke,