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To urge the thing held as a ceremony?
And begged the ring; the which I did deny him,
Even he that had held up 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,
Had you been there, I think, you would have begged The ring of me to give the worthy doctor.
Por. Let not that doctor e'er come near my
Know him I shall, I am well sure of it.
Lie not a night from home; watch me, like Argus;
Now, by mine honor, which is yet my own,
Ner. And I his clerk; therefore be well advised,
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.
Bass. Portia, forgive me this enforced wrong;
Mark you but that!
Nay, but hear me.
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,
Give him this;
Por. Then you shall be his surety. 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 me, my gentle Gratiano;
Gra. Why, this is like the mending of highways
Por. Speak not so grossly.-You are all amazed.
There you shall find, that Portia was the doctor;
Shall witness, I set forth as soon as you,
And but even now returned. I have not yet
I am dumb.
Bass. Were you the doctor, and I knew you not? Gra. Were you the clerk, that is to make me cuckold? 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; For here I read for certain, that my ships Are safely come to road.
From the rich Jew, a special deed of gift,
Lor. Fair ladies, you drop manna in the way
Por. It is almost morning,
And yet, I am sure, you are not satisfied
Gra. Let it be so. The first inter❜gatory