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If you be well pleas'd with this,
And claim her with a loving kiss.
Por. You see me, lord Bassanio, where I stand, Such as I am: though, for my self alone, I would not be ambitious in my wish, To wish myself much better; yet, for you, I would be trebled twenty times myself; A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times More rich; That only to stand high in your account, I might in virtues, beauties, livings, friends, Exceed account: but the full sum of me Is sum of something ++; which, to term in gross, Is an unlesson'd girl, unschool'd, unpractis'd: Happy in this, she is not yet so old But she may learn; and happier than this, She is not bred so dull but she can learn;
Happiest of all, is, that her gentle spirit
Bass. Madam, you have bereft me of all words,
Ner. My lord and lady, it is now our time, That have stood by, and seen our wishes prosper, To cry, good joy; Good joy, my lord, and lady!
Gra. My lord Bassanio, and my gentle lady,
The bargain of your faith, I do beseech you,
Bass. With all my heart, so thou canst get a wife.
Is this true, Nerissa ?
marriage. Gra. We'll play with them, the first boy, for a thousand ducats.
Ner. What, and stake down?
stake down. -
Enter Lorenzo, Jessica, and SALBRIO. Bass, Lorenzo, and Salerio, welcome hither ; If that the youth of my new interest here Have power to bid you welcome:—By your leave, I bid my very friends and countrymen, Sweet Portia, welcome. Por.
So do I, my lord; They are entirely welcome.
Lor. I thank your honour:-For my part, my lord, My purpose was not to have seen you here; But meeting with Salerio by the way, He did intreat me, past all saying nay, To come with him along. Sale.
I did, my lord, And I have reason for it. Signior Antonio Commends him to you. [Gives Bassanio a letter. Bass.
Ere I ope this letter, I pray you, tell me how my good friend doth.
Sale. Not sick, my lord, unless it be in mind; Nor well, unless in mind: his letter there Will show you his estate. Gra. Nerissa, cheer yon' stranger; bid her wel.
come. Your hand, Salerio; What's the news from Venice? How doth that royal merchant, good Antonio? I know, he will be glad of our success; We are the Jasons, we have won the fleece. Sale. 'Would you bad won the fleece that he hath Por. There are some shrewd contents in yon' same
paper, That steal the colour from Bassanio's cheek: Some dear friend dead; else nothing in the world Could turn so much the constitution Of any constant man. What, worse and worse? -With leave, Bassanio; I am half yourself, And I must freely have the half of any thing That this same paper brings you. Bass.
O sweet Portia, Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words, That ever blotted paper! Gentle lady, When I did first impart my love to you, I freely told you, all the wealth I had Ran in my veins, I was a gentleman; And then I told you true: and yet, dear lady, Rating myself at nothing, you shall see How much I was a braggart: When I told you My state was nothing, I should then have told you That I was worse than nothing; for, indeed, I have engaged myself to a dear friend, Engag'd my friend to his mere enemy, To feed my means. Here is a letter, lady: The paper as the body of my friend, And every word in it a gaping wound, Issuing life-blood.—But is it true, Salerio? Have all his ventures fail'd? What, not one hit? From Tripolis, from Mexico, and England, From Lisbon, Barbary, and India ? And not one vessel 'scape the dreadful touch