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Por. Even so void is
false heart of truth,
yours, Till I again see mine.
Bass. Sweet Portia, If you did know to whom I
the ring, If you did know for whom I
gave And would conceive for what I
Por. If you had known the virtue of the ring, Or half her worthiness that
any terms of zeal, wanted the modesty
Bass. No, by mine honour, madam, by my soul,
life Of my
dear friend. What should I say, sweet lady, I was enforced to send it after him. Had
you been there, I think, you would have begg'd The ring of me to give the worthy doctor. Por. Let not that doctor e'er come near
house : Since he hath got the jewel that I lov’d, And that which you did swear to keep for me, I will become as liberal as you; I'll not deny him any thing I have, No, not my husband's bed : Know him I shall, I am well sure of it:
Lie not a night from home; watch me, like Argus ;
bed-fellow. Ner. And I his clerk; therefore be well advis’d, How you
do leave me to mine own protection. Gra. Well, do you see : let me not take him then ; For, if I do, I'll mar the young clerk's pen.
Ant. I am the unhappy subject of these quarrels.
Ant. I once did lend my body for his wealth,
Por. Then you shall be his surety : Give him this; And bid him keep it better than the other.
Ant. Here, lord Bassanio, swear to keep this ring. Bass. By Heaven, It is the same I gave the doctor!
Por. I had of him: pardon me, Bassanio i For, by this ring, the doctor lay with me.
Ner. And pardon me, my gentle Gratiano; For that same scrubbed boy, the doctor's clerk, In lieu of this last night did lie with me.
Gra. Why, this is like the mending of highways In summer, where the ways are fair enough: What! are we cuckolds, ere we have deserv'd it?
Por. Speak not so grossly.--You are all amaz'd : Here is a letter, read it at your leisure ; It comes from Padua, from Bellario: There you shall find, that Portia was the doctor; Nerissa there, her clerk : Lorenzo here Shall witness, I set forth as soon as you, And but even now return'd; I have not yet
Enter'd my house.-Antonio, you are welcome;
shall find three of your argosies
Buss. Were you the doctor, and I knew you not?
cuckold? Ner. Ay; but the clerk that never means to do it, Unless he live until he be a man.
Bass. Sweet doctor, you shall be my bedfellow; When I am absent, then sleep with my
Por. How now Lorenzo ?
Ner. Ay, and I'll give them him without a fee.-
Lor. Fair ladies, you drop manna in the way
Por. It is almost morning,
Gra. Let it be so: The first intergatory,
were the day come, I should wish it dark,
A HISTORICAL PLAY,
IN FIVE ACTS;
BY WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.
AS PERFORMED AT THE
THEATRE ROYAL, COVENT GARDEN.
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