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When neither is attended; and, I think,
[Musick ceases. Lor.
That is the voice, Or I am much deceiv'd, of Portia. Por. He knows me, as the blind man knows the
cuckoo, By the bad voice. Lor.
Dear lady, welcome home.
Madam, they are not yet;
Go in, Nerissa,
[A tucket sounds. Lor. Your husband is at hand, I hear his trumpet: We are no telltales, madam; fear you not. Por. This night, methinks, is but the daylight
It looks a little paler; 'tis a day,
Por. Let me give light, but let me not be light; For a light wife doth make a heavy husband, And never be Bassanio so for me; But God sort all! You are welcome home, my lord. Bass. I thank you, madam: give welcome 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. Sir, you are very welcome to our house: It must appear in other ways than words, Therefore I scant this breathing courtesy.
[Gratiano and Nerissa seem to talk apart. Gra. 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
Ner. What talk you of the posy, or the value?
you would wear it till your hour of death;
Gra. He will, an if he live to be a man.
Gra. Now, by this hand, I gave it to a youth,
you, To part so slightly with your wife's first gift; A thing stuck on with oaths upon your finger, And riveted so with faith unto your flesh. I gave my love a ring, and made him swear 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. Why, I were best to cut my left hand off,
And swear, I lost the ring defending it. [Aside.
Gra. My lord Bassanio gave his ring away Unto the judge that begg'd it, and, indeed, Desery'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.
What ring gave you, my lord? Not that, I hope, which you receiv'd of me.
Bass. If I could add a lie unto a fault,
Por. Even so void is your false heart of truth,
Nor I in yours,
gave If you did know for whom I
Por. If you had known the virtue of the ring,
any terms of zeal, wanted the modesty
Bass. No, by mine honour, madam, by my soul,
Por. Let not that doctor e'er come near my house: Since he hath got the jewel that I lov'd, And that which you did swear to keep for me, I will become as liberal as you; I'll not deny him any thing 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, Now, by mine honour, which is yet my own, I'll have that doctor for my bedfellow.
Ner. And I his clerk; therefore be well advis’d,