Not to deny me, and to pardon me. Por. You press me far, and therefore I will yield

[To Ant. Give me your gloves, I'll wear them for your sake;

[To Bass. And, for your love, I'll take this ring from you:

Do not draw back your hand: I'll take no more; And you in love shall not deny me this.

Bass. This ring, good sir, alas, it is a trifle! I will not shame myself to give you this.

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Por. I will have nothing else but only this; And now methinks I have a mind to it.

Bass. There's more depends on this than on the value.

The dearest ring in Venice will I give you,
And find it out by proclamation:
Only for this, I pray you, pardon me.

Por. I see, sir, you are liberal in offers:
You taught me first to beg; and now methinks
You teach me how a beggar should be answer'd.
Bass. Good sir, this ring was given me by
my wife;

And when she put it on, she made me vow That I should neither sell nor give nor lose it. For. That 'scuse serves many men to save their gifts.

And if your wife be not a mad-woman, And know how well I have deserved the ring, She would not hold out enemy forever, For giving it to me. Well, peace be with you! [Exeunt Portia and Nerissa, Ant. My Lord Bassanio, let him have the ring:

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Let his deservings and my love withal
Be valued 'gainst your wife's commandment.
Bass, Go, Gratiano, run and overtake him;

Give him the ring, and bring him, if thou canst,
Unto Antonio's house: away! make haste.
[Exit Gratiano.

Come, you and I will thither presently;
And in the morning early will we both
Fly toward Belmont: come, Antonio. [Exeunt

SCENE II. The same. A street.
Enter PORTIA and NERISSA.

Por. Inquire the Jew's house out, give him this deed,

And let him sign it: we'll away to-night
And be a day before our husbands home:
This deed will be well welcome to Lorenzo.

That they did give the rings away to men; But we'll outface them, and outswear them too. [Aloud] Away! make haste: thou know'st where I will tarry.

Ner. Come, good sir, will you show me to this house? [Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENE I. Belmont. Avenue to PORTIA's house. Enter LORENZO and JESSICA.

Lor. The moon shines bright: in such a night as this,

When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees
And they did make no noise, in such a night
Troilus methinks mounted the Troyan walls
And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents,
Where Cressid lay that night.
Jes.
In such a night
Did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew

And saw the lion's shadow ere himself,
And ran dismay'd away.
Lor.
In such a night
Stood Dido with a willow in her hand
Upon the wild sea banks, and waft her love
To come again to Carthage.
Jes.
In such a night
Medea gather'd the enchanted herbs
That did renew old Æson.

Lor.

In such a night Did Jessica steal from the wealthy Jew,

And with an unthrift love did run from Venice
As far as Belmont.
Jes.

In such a night
Did young Lorenzo swear he loved her well,
Stealing her soul with many vows of faith,

And ne'er a true one.

Lor.
Who comes with her?
Steph. None but a holy hermit and her maid.
I pray you, is my master yet return'd?
Lor. He is not, nor we have not heard from
him.

But go we in, I pray thee, Jessica,
And ceremoniously let us prepare
Some welcome for the mistress of the house.

Laun. Sola, did you see Master Lorenzo? Master Lorenzo, sola, sola!

Lor. Leave hollaing, man: here.
Laun. Sola! where? where?
Lor. Here.

Laun. Tell him there's a post come from my master, with his horn full of good news: my master will be here ere morning. [Exit. Lor. Sweet soul, let's in, and there expect their coming.

And yet no matter: why should we go in?
My friend Stephano, signify, I pray you,
Within the house, your mistress is at hand;
And bring your music forth into the air.

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[Exit Stephano How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings. Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls: But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. Enter Musicians.

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Since nought so stockish, hard and full of rage,
But music for the time doth change his nature.
The man that hath no music in himself,
Noris not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils;
The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus:
Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music.
Enter PORTIA and NERISSA.

Por. That light we see is burning in my hall.
How far that little candle throws his beams! 90
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
Ner. When the moon shone, we did not see
the candle.

Por. So doth the greater glory dim the less: A substitute shines brightly as a king Until a king be by, and then his state Empties itself, as doth an inland brook Into the main of waters. Music! hark! Ner. It is your music, madam, of the house.

Por. Nothing is good, I see, without respect; Methinks it sounds much sweeter than by day. Ner. Silence bestows that virtue on it, madam. Por. The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark When neither is attended, and I think The nightingale, if she should sing by day, When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren. How many things by season season'd are To their right praise and true perfection! Peace, ho! the moon sleeps with Endymion, And would not be awaked. [Music ceases. That is the voice, 110

Lor.

Or I am much deceived, of Portia.
Por. He knows me as the blind man knows
the cuckoo,
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;
But there is come a messenger before,
To signify their coming.
Por.
Go in, Nerissa:
Give order to my servants that they take
No note at all of our being absent hence;
Nor you, Lorenzo; Jessica. nor you.

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[A tucket sounds. Lor. Your husband is at hand; I hear his trumpet:

We are no tell-tales, madam fear you not.
Por. This night methinks is but the daylight
sick;

It looks a little paler: 'tis a day,
Such as the day is when the sun is hid.
Enter BASSANIO, ANTONIO, GRATIANO, and
their followers.

Bass. 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, 130
And never be Bassanio so for me:
But God sort all! You are welcome home, my
Give welcome

lord.

Bass. I thank you, madam.
to my friend,

This is the man, this is Antonio,
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 you.

Ant. No more than I am well acquitted of. Por. You are very welcome to our house: It must appear in other ways than words, 140 Therefore I scant this breathing courtesy.

Gra. [To Ner.] By yonder moon I swear you do me wrong;

In faith, I gave it to the judge's clerk:
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
That she did give me, whose posy was
For all the world like cutler's poetry
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Ner. What talk you of the posy 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 lie with you in your grave: Though not for me, yet for your vehement oaths, fit. You should have been respective and have kept Gave it a judge's clerk! no, God's my judge," The clerk will ne'er wear hair on's face that had it.

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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 scrubbed boy, No higher than thyself, 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 so slightly with your wife's first gift; A thing stuck on with oaths upon your finger And so riveted with faith unto your flesh.

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gave my love a ring, and made him swear 170 Never to part with it; and here he stands; I dare be sworn for him he would not leave it Nor pluck it from his finger, for the wealth That the world masters. Now, in faith, Gratiano, You give your wife too unkind a cause of grief: An 'twere to me, I should be mad at it.

Bass [Aside] Why, I were best to cut my left hand off,

And swear I lost the ring defending it.

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Gra. My Lord Bassanio gave his ring away Unto the judge that begg'd it and indeed Deserved 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 received of me. Bass. If I could add a lie unto a fault, I would deny it; but you see my finger Hath not the ring upon it; it is gone.

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Por. Even so void is your false heart of truth. By heaven, I will ne'er come in your bed Until I see the ring.

Ner.

Nor I in yours

Till I again see mine.

Bass.

Sweet Portia,

If you did know to whom I gave the ring,
If 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 strength of your displeasure.
Por. If you had known the virtue of the ring,
Or half her worthiness that gave the ring, 200
Or your own honor to contain the ring,
You would not then have parted with the ring.
What man is there so much unreasonable,
If you had pleased to have defended it
With any terms of zeal, wanted the modesty
To urge the thing held as a ceremony?
Nerissa teaches me what to believe:
I'll die for't but some woman had the ring.
Buss. No, by my honor, madam, by my soul,
No woman had it, but a civil doctor.
Which did refuse three thousand ducats of me
And begg'd the ring; the which I did deny him,

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And suffer'd him to go displeased away;
Even he that did uphold the very life
Of my dear friend. What should I say, sweet
lady?

I was enforced to send it after him;
I was beset with shame and courtesy;
My honor would not let ingratitude
So much besmear it. Pardon me, good lady;
For, by these blessed candles of the night, 220
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 my house:

Since he hath got the jewel that I loved,
And that which you did swear to keep for me,
I will become as liberal as you;

I'll not deny him anything I have,
No, not my body nor my husband's bed:
Know him I shall, I am well sure of it:

Lie not a night from home: watch me like
Argus:

If you do not, if I be left alone,

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Now, by mine honor, which is yet mine own, I'll have that doctor for my bedfellow.

Ner. And I his clerk; therefore be well

advised

How you do leave me to mine own protection. Ga. Well, you do so: 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.

Por. Sir, grieve not you; you are welcome notwithstanding.

Bass. Portia, forgive me this enforced wrong; And, in the hearing of these many friends, 241 I swear to thee, even by thine own fair eyes, Wherein I see myself

Por.

Mark you but that! In both my eyes he doubly sees himself; In each eye, one: swear by your double self, And there's an oath of credit.

Bass. Nay, but hear me: Pardon this fault, and by my soul I swear I never more will break an oath with thee. Ant. I once did lend my body for his wealth; Which, but for him that had your husband's ring, Had quite miscarried: 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. Give him this,

And bid him keep it better than the other. Ant. Here, Lord Bassanio; swear to keep this ring.

Bas. By heaven, it is the same I gave the doctor!

Por. I had it of him: pardon me, Bassanio; For, by this ring, the doctor lay with me.

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