Array MyBooks Classics - The Complete Works of William Shakespeare - Illustrated edition (37 plays, 160 sonnets and 5 Poetry Books With Active Table of Contents)

Nor you, Lorenzo—Jessica, nor you.

[A tucket sounds.]

Lor.

Your husband is at hand, I hear his trumpet.

We are no tell-tales, madam, fear you not.

Por.

This night methinks is but the daylight sick,

It looks a little paler. ’Tis a day,

Such as the day is when the sun is hid.

Enter Bassanio, Antonio, Gratiano, and their Followers.

Bass.

We should hold day with the Antipodes,

If you would walk in absence of the sun.

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.

Gra. [To Nerissa.]

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

Upon a knife, “Love me, and leave me not.”

Ner.

What talk you of the posy or the value?

You swore to me, when I did give [it] you,

That you would wear it till your hour of death,

And that it should lie with you in your grave.

Though not for me, yet for your vehement oaths,

You should have been respective and have kept it.

Gave it a judge’s clerk! no, God’s my judge,

The clerk will ne’er wear hair on ’s face that had it.

Gra.

He will, and if he live to be a man.

Ner.

Ay, if a woman live to be a man.

Gra.

Now, by this hand, I gave it to a youth,

A kind of boy, a little scrubbed boy,

No higher than thyself, the judge’s clerk,

A prating boy, that begg’d it as a fee.

I could not for my heart deny it him.

Por.

You were to blame, I must be plain with you,

To part so slightly with your wive’s first gift,

A thing stuck on with oaths upon your finger,

And so riveted 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;

And ’twere to me I should be mad at it.

Bass. [Aside.]

Why, I were best to cut my left hand off,

And swear I lost the ring defending it.

Gra.

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.

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,

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 nought 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 honor 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 my honor, 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?

I was enforc’d 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 begg’d

The ring of me to give the worthy doctor.

Por.

Let not that doctor e’er come near my house.

Since he hath got the jewel that I loved,

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 honor, which is yet mine own,

I’ll have that doctor for [my] bedfellow.

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 th’ unhappy subject of these quarrels.

Por.

Sir, grieve not you, you are welcome notwithstanding.

Bass.

Portia, forgive me this enforced wrong,

And in the hearing of these many friends

I swear to thee, even by thine own fair eyes,

Wherein I see myself—

Por.

Mark you but that!

In both my eyes he doubly sees himself,

In each eye, one. Swear by your double self,

And there’s an oath of credit.

Bass.

Nay, but hear me.

Pardon this fault, and by my soul I swear

I never more will break an oath with thee.

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,

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 me, my gentle Gratiano,

For that same scrubbed boy, the doctor’s clerk,

In lieu of this last night did lie with me.

Gra.

Why, this is like the mending of highways

In summer, where the ways are fair enough.