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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.
Lor. Madam, they are not yet;
Por. Go, Nerissa,
Lor. Your husband is at hand, 'I hear his trumpet: We are no tell-tales, Madam, fear
Por. This night, methinks, is but the day-light sick; It looks a little paler; 'tis a day, Such as the day is when the sun is hid. Enter Bassanio, Anthonio, Gratiano, and their fol
lowers. Bal. We should hold day with the Antipodes, If you
would walk in absence of the sun. Por. Let me give light, but let me not be light; For a light wife doth make a heavy husband; And never be Bassanio so from me; But God sort all! you're welcome home, my lord. Bal. I thank you, Madam: give welcome to my
friend; This is the man, this is Anthonio, To whom I am so infinitely bound. Por. You should in all sense be much bound to
him; For, as I hear, he was much bound for
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 scant this breathing courtesy.
Gra. By yonder moon, I swear, you do me wrong; In faith, I gave it to the judge's clerk. [To Nerilla. Would he were gelt that had it, for my part, Since you do take it, love, so much at heart.
Por. A quarrel, ho, already! what's the matter ?
Gra. About a hoop of gold, a paltry ring,
Ner. What talk you of the poely, or the value ?
Gra. He will, an' if he live to be a man.
Gra. Now, by this hand, I gave it to a youth,
Por. You were to blame, I must be plain with you,
You give your wife too unkind a cause of grief;
Bas. Why, I were best to cut my left hand off, And swear, I lost the ring defending it. [Afido.
Gra. My lord Bassanio gave his ring away Unto the judge that begg'd it, and, indeed, Desery'd it too ; and then the boy, his clerk, That took some pains in writing, He begg'd mine ; And neither man, nor master, would take aught But the two rings. Por. What ring gave you, my
lord ? Not that, I hope, which you receiv'd of me.
Bal. If I could add a lie unto a fault,
Por. Even fo void is your false heart of truth.
Ner. Nor I in yours, 'Till I again see mine,
Baff. Sweet Portia,
Por. If you had known the virtue of the ring,
your own honour to retain the ring, You would not then have parted with the ring. What man is there fo much unreasonable, If you had pleas'd to have defended it With any terms of zeal, wanted the modesty To urge the thing held as a ceremony ? Nerisa teaches me what to believe ; I'll die for't, but some woman had the ring. Baf. No, by mine honour, Madam, by my soul,
: No woman had it, but a Civil Doctor,
Who did refuse three thousand ducats of me,
been there, I think, you would have begg'd The ring of me to give the worthy Doctor.
Por. Let not that Doctore’er come near my house, Since he hath got the jewel that I lov'd, And that which
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 body, nor my husband's bed; Know him I shall, I am well fure of it. Lie not a night from home ; watch me, like Argus: If you do not, if I be left alone, Now, by mine honour, which is yet my own, I'll have that Doctor for
bedfellow. Ner. And I his clerk; therefore be well advis'd, How you do leave me to mine own protection.
Gra. Well, do you so ; let me not take him then ; For if I do, I'll már the young clerk's pen.
Anth. I am th' unhappy subject of these quarrels.
in the hearing of these many friends,
but that! In both mine eyes he doubly sees himself; 1 In each eye, one; swear by your double felf, And there's an oath of credit!
Bas. Nay, but here me :
Anth. I once did lend my body for his weal;
[To Portia. Had quite miscarry'd. I dare be bound again, My soul upon the forfeit, that your lord Will never more break faith advisedly.
Por. Then you shall be his surety í give him this, And bid him keep it better than the other.
Anth. Here, lord Basanio, swear to keep this ring. Bal. By heav'n, it is the same I gave the Doctor,
Por. I had it of him : pardon me, Bafanio; 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 high-ways In summer, where the ways are fair enough: What are we cuckolds, ere we have deservd it?
Por. Speak not so grolly ; you are all amaz'd;
Anth. I am dumb.