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Not that, I hope, which you receiv'd 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.
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 naught 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, Or your own honour to contain the ring, You would not then have parted with the ring. What man is there so 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? Nerissa teaches me what to believe; I'll die for't, but some woman had the ring.
Bass. No, by mine honour, 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, And suffer'd him to go displeas’d away; Even he, that had held up the very life
Of my dear friend. What should I say, sweet lady?
Por. Let not that doctor e'er come near my house:
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 not me 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. Mark you but that!
In each eye, one :--swear by your double self,
Bass. Nay, but hear me:
Ant. I once did lend my body for his wealth;
[To Portia. 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. Bass. 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.
Ner. And pardon ine, my gentle Gratiano;
Gra. Why, this is like the mending of highways
Por. Speak not so grossly.—You are all amaz’d:
Than you expect : unseal this letter soon;
Ant. I am dumb.
old? 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 lie with my wife.
Ant. Sweet lady, you have given me life, and living;
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,