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Jef. I'm never merry, when I hear sweet mufick.
Lor. The reason is, your spirits are attentive; For do but note a wild and wanton herd, Or race of youthful and unhandled colts, Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud, (Which is the hot condition of their blood) If they perchance but hear a trumpet found, Or any air of musick touch their You fhall perceive them make a mutual ftand; Their favage eyes turn'd to a modeft gaze,
By the sweet power of mufick. Therefore, the Poet
Mark the mufick.
Enter Portia and Neriffa.
Por. That light we fee, is burning in my hall:
Ner. When the moon fhone, we did not see the
Por. So doth the greater glory dim the less ;
When every goofe is cackling, would be thought
Lor. That is the voice,
Or I am much deceiv'd, of Portia.
Por. He knows me, as the blind man knows the cuckow, By the bad voice.
Lor. Dear lady, welcome home.
Por. We have been praying for our husbands healths, Which speed, we hope, the better for our words. Are they return'd?
Lor. Madam, they are not yet;
Por. Go, Neriffa,
Give order to my fervants, that they take
Por. This night, methinks, is but the day-light fick; It looks a little paler; 'tis a day,
Such as the day is when the fun is hid.
Enter Bassanio, Anthonio, Gratiano, and their followers.
Por. Let me give light, but let me not be light;
For a light wife doth make a heavy husband;
And never be Bassanio fo from me;
But God fort all: you're welcome home, my lord. Baff. I thank you, madam : give welcome to my friend; This is the man, this is Anthonio,
To whom I am fo infinitely bound.
Por. You should in all sense be much bound to him, For, as I hear, he was much bound for you.
Anth. No more than I am well acquitted of.
Por. Sir, you are very welcome to our house, It must appear in other ways than words; Therefore I fcant this breathing courtefic.
Gra. By yonder moon, I fwear, you do me wrong; In faith, I gave it to the judge's clerk. [To Neriffa. Would he were gelt that had it, for my part, Since you do take it, love, fo much at heart. Por. A quarrel, ho, already! what's the matter? Gra. About a hoop of gold, a paltry ring, That he did give me, whofe poefie was For all the world like cutler's poetry Upon a knife; Love me, and leave me not.
Ner. What talk you of the poefie, or the value? You swore to me, when I did give it you, That you would wear it 'till your hour of death, And that it should lye with you in your grave: Tho' not for me, yet for your vehement oaths, You should have been refpective, and have kept it. Gave it a Judge's clerk! but well I know, The clerk will ne'er wear hair on's face, that had it. Gra. He will, an if he live to be a man. Ner. Ay, if a woman live to be a man. Gra. Now, by this hand, I gave it to a youth, A kind of boy, a little fcrubbed boy, No higher than thy felf, the Judge's clerk;
A prating boy, that begg'd it as a fee:
I could not for my heart deny it him.
Por. You were to blame, I must be plain with you, To part fo flightly with your wife's firft gift; A thing ftuck on with oaths upon your finger, And riveted with faith unto your flesh. I gave my love a ring, and made him fwear Never to part with it; and here he ftands, I dare be fworn for him, he would not leave it, Nor pluck it from his finger, for the wealth That the world mafters. Now, in faith, Gratiano, You give your wife too unkind a caufe of grief; An 'twere to me, I fhould be mad at it.
Ball. Why, I were beft to cut my left hand off, And fwear, I loft the ring defending it.
Gra. My lord Baffanio gave his ring away
Pór. What ring gave you, my lord?
Por. Even fo void is your false heart of truth.
Ner. Nor I in yours, 'Till I again fee mine. Baff. Sweet Portia,
you did know to whom I gave the ring, you did know for whom I gave the ring, And would conceive for what I gave the ring, And how unwillingly I left the ring, When nought would be accepted but the ring, You would abate the ftrength of your difpleafure.
Por. If you had known the virtue of the ring,
Baff. No, by mine honour, madam, by my foul,
And begg'd the ring; the which I did deny him,
I was enforc'd to send it after him;
Had you been there, I think, you would have begg'd
Por. Let not that Doctor e'er come near my house, Since he hath got the jewel that I lov'd, And that which you did fwear to keep for me: I will become as liberal as you; I'll not deny him any thing I have, No, not my body, nor my husband's bed; Know him I fhall, I am well fure of it.
Lye not a night from home; watch me, like Argus:
Now, by mine honour, which is yet my own,
Ner. And I his clerk; therefore be well advis'd,
Gra. Well, do you fo; let me not take him then; For if I do, I'll mar the young clerk's pen.
Ant. I am th' unhappy fubject of these quarrels. Por. Sir, grieve not you; you are welcome, notwithstanding.
Baff. Portia, forgive me this enforced wrong.
Por. Mark you but that!
In both mine eyes he doubly fees himself;
Baff. Nay, but hear me :
Pardon this fault, and by my foul I fwear,
Ant. I once did lend my body for his weal; (32) Which
my Body for his Wealth ;] I have ventur'd, against the Authority of the Copies, to fubftitute Weal here; i. e. for his Welfare,