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Por. I hurbly do desire your
grace of pardon ;
Duke. I am sorry that your leisure serves you not.
[Exeunt Duke, Magnificoes, and Train, L. 0. E.
Ant. (R.) And stand indebted, over and above,
Por. (R.) He is well paid that is well satisfied ;
Bass. Dear sir, of force I attempt you further :
Por. You press me far, and therefore I will yield.
Bass. This ring, good sir-alas, it is a trifle ;
Por. I will have nothing else but only this; And now, methinks, I have a mind to it.
Buss. There's more depends on this, than on the value.
Por. I see, sir, you are liberal in offers :
Bass Good sir, this ring was given me by my wife;
Por. That’scuse serves many men to save their gifts. An if your wife be not a mad woman,
And know how well I have deserv'd this ping,
(Exeunt Portia and Nerissa, R.
Bass. (c.) Go, Gratiano, run and overtake him, Give him the ring; and bring him, if thou can'st, Unto Antonio's house :-away, make haste.
[Exit Gratiano, R. Come, you and I will thither presently ; And in the morning early will we both Fly toward Belmont : come, Antonio. [Exeunt, L.
SCENE II.-A Street in Venice.
Enter PORTIA and NERISSA, R.
Enter GRATIANO, R.
Por. (c.) That cannot be :
Gra. (R.) That will I do.
Ner. [R. Ć. to Gratiano] Sir, I would speak with you: I'll see if I can get my husband's ring, Which I did make him swear to keep for ever.
[Apart to Portia. Por. Thou may'st, I warrant: we shall have old
swearing, That they did give the rings away to men; But we'll out-face them, and out-swear them too.
[Apart to Nerissa. Away, make haste; thou know'st where I will tarry.
[Exit, R. Ner. (L.) Come, good sir, will you show me to this house?
END OF ACT IV.
ACT V. SCENE I.--The Avenue to Portia's House at Belmont.
LORENZO and Jessica discovered, seated.
Jes. And in such a night,
Lor. And in such a night,
Jes. I would outnight you, did nobody come;
Enter BALTHAZAR, L.
Lor. He is not, nor we have not heard from him.-
Laun. (Within, L.] Sola, sola, wo ha, ho, sola, sola ! Lor. Who calls ?
Enter Launcelot, L. Laun. Sola! did you see master Lorenzo, and mistress 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, [Crosses to R.] with his horn full of good news; my master will be here ere morning.
[Exit, L. Lor. My friend Balthazar, signify, I pray you, Within th house, your mistress is at hand.
[Exit Balthazar, R.
Lor. (c.) That is the voice,
Por. He knows me as the blind man knows the cuckoo,
Por. We have been praying for our husbands' welfare, 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. [Flourish, L. Lor. Your husband is at hand, I hear his trumpet.
Enter BASSANIO, ANTONIO, and GRATIANO, L. Por. (c.) You are welcome home, my lord. Bass. (c.) I thank you, madam : give welcome to my
friend. [Gratiano and Nerissa go up the Stage. 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. Sir, you are very welcome to our house: It must appear in other way than words, Therefore I scant this breathing courtesy Gra. (L.) [Advancing with Nerissa.] By yonder moon
I swear, you do me wrong;
In faith I gave it to the judge's clerk,
Por. A quarrel, bo, already? what's the matter ?
Gra. About a hoop of gold, a paltry ring
Ner. (L.) What talk ye of the posy, or the value ?
Gra. He will, an if he live to be à man.
Gra. Now, by this hand, I gave it to a youth-
Por. (R.) You were to blame, I must be plain with you
on with oaths upon your finger,
Bass. (R.) Why, I were best to cut my left hand off, And swear I lost the ring defending it.
[Aside. Gra. (L. C.) My lord Bassanio gave his ring away Unto the judge that begg'd it, and, indeed, Deserv'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. (R. C.) What ring gave you, my lord ? Not that, I hope, which you receir'd of me.
Bass. (R. C.) If I could add a lie unto a fault