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'my dear friend. What should I say, sweet lady? was enforc'd to send it after him ; was beset with shame and courtesie; y honour would not let ingratitude much besmear it. Pardon me, good lady, d by these blessed candles of the night, xd you been there, I think, you would have begg'd ne ring of me, to give the worthy Doctor. Por. Let not that Doctor e'er come near my house, nce he hath got the jewel that I lovod, nd that which you did swear to keep for me : will become as liberal as you ; Il not deny him any thing I have, 6, not my body, nor my husband's bed ; now him I shall, I am well sure of it. ye not a night from home; watch me, like Argus :
you do not, if I be left alone, low, by mine honour, which is yet my own, 'll have that Doctor for my
bedfellow. Ner. And I his clerk; therefore be well advis'd,
you do leave me to mine own protection. Gra. Well, do you fo; let me not take him then ; or if I do, I'll mar the young
pen. Ant. I am th' unhappy subject of these quarrels. Por
. Sir, grieve not you ; you are welcome, notwithstanding Bal. Portia, forgive me this enforced wrong. Ind in the hearing of these mány friends, swear to thee, ev'n by thine own fair eyes, Wherein I see my self Por. Mark
Baff. Nay, but hear me:
Ant. I once did lend my body for his weal ;
Had quite miscarry'd. I dare be bound again,
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 heav'n, it is the fame I gave the Doctor
Por. I had it of him : pardon me, Basanio; 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 lye 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 deferv'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
shall find, that Portia was the Doctor ;
Ant. I am dumb.
Ner. Ay, but the clerk, that never means to do it, Unless he live until he be a man.
Bal. Sweet Doctor, you shall be my bedfellow ; When I am ablent, then lye with my wife.
Ant. Sweet lady, you have giv'n me life and living i For here I read for certain, that my ships Are safely come to road.
Por. How now, Lorenzo ?
My clerk hath some good comforts too for you.
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 fo: the first interr’gatory,