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the ring;

the ring,

Hath not the ring upon it, it is gone.

Por. Even so void is your falfe heart of truth.
By Heaven, I will ne'er come in your bed
Until I see the rig.

Ner. Nor 1 in yours,
Till I again see mine.

Bal. Sweet Portia, If you did know to whom I

gave

the ring, If you did know for whom I

gave And would conceive for what I

gave the ring,
And how unwillingly I left the rig,
When nought would be accepted but the ring,
You would abate the strength of your displeafure.

Por. If you had known the virtue of the rings.
Or half her worthiness that

gave
Or your own honour to retain the ring,
You would not then have parted with the ring.
What man is there fo much unreasonable,
If you had pleas'd to have defended it
With any terms of zeal, wanted the modefty
To urge the thing held as a ceremony?
Nerissa teaches me what to believe;
l'll die for't, but fome woman had the ring.

Ball. No, by mine honour, Madam, by my soul,
No woman had it, but a civil Doctor,
Who did refuse three thousand ducats of me,
And begg'd the ring; the which I did deny him,
And suffer'd him to go difpleas’d away;
Ev'n he that did uphold the very life
Of dear friend." What should I say, sweet Lady?
I was inforc'd to send it after him;
I was beset with shame and courtesy;
My honour would not let ingratitude
So much besmear it. Pardon me, good Lady;
And by these blessed candles of the night,
Had you been there, I think you would have begg'a
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 lov’d, And that which you did swear to keep for me: I will become as liberal as you ; l'll not deny him any thing I have,

No

f my

young clerk's

No not my body, nor my hụsband'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,
How

you

do leave me to mine own protection. Gra. Well, do you so; let me not take him then: For if I do, l'll mar the

pen. Ant. I am th' unhappy subject of these quarrels. Por. Sir, grieve not you; you are welcome, notwithm

standing
Baf. Portia, forgive me this inforced wrong.
And in the hearing of these many friends,
I swear to thee, e'en by thine own fair eyes,
Wherein I see myself

Por. Mark you but that!
In both mine eyes he doubly fees himself;
In each eye, one; swear by your double self,
And there's an oath of credit!

Bal. Nay, but hear me:
Pardon this fault, and by my foul I swear
I never nore will break an oath with thee.

Ant. I once did lend my body for his weal;
Which but for him that had your husband's ring, [To Por,
Had quite miscarry'd. 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 Baffanio, swear to keep this ring.
Buff. By heav'n, it is the fame 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, ny gentle Gratiano,
For that same ferubbed boy, the Doctor's clerk,
In lieu of this, last night did lie with me.

Gra. Why, this is like the mending of high-ways
In summer, where the ways are fair enough:
What! are we cuckolds ere we have deserv'd it?

Por. Speak not fo grossly; you are all amaz’d:
Here is a letter, read it at your leisure;

It comes froin Padua, from Bellario:
There you shall find, that Portia was the Doctor;
Nerilla there, her clerk. Lorenzo, here,
Shall witness I set forth as foon as you,
And even but now return'd: I have not yet
Enter'd my house. Anthonio, you are welcome ;
And I have better news in itore for you,
Than you expect: unseal this letter foon;
There you shall find, three of your Argofies
Are richly come to harbour suddenly.
You shall not know by what itrange accident
I chanced on this letter.

Ant. I am duinb
Baf. 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.
Bol. Sweet Doctor, you shall be my

bedfellow; When I am abíent, then lie with my wife.

Ant. Sweet Lady, you have giv'n me life and living;
For here I read for certain, that my ships
Are fafely come to road.

Por. How now, Lorenzo ?
My clerk hath some good comforts too for your.

Ner. Ay, and I'll give them him without a fee.
There do I give to you and Jeffica,
From the rich Jew, a special deed of gift,
After his death, of all he dies poffefs'd of.

Lor. Fair Ladies, you drop manna in the way
Of starved people.

Por. It is almost morning,
And
yet
I'm sure

you are not fatisfy'd
Of these events ai full. Let us go in,
And charge us there upon interr'gatories,
And we will answer all things faithfully.

Gra. Let it be fo. The first interr’gatory,
That

my

Nerifia shall be sworn on, is, Whether till the next night she had rather stay, Or go to bed now, being two hours to day? But were the day come, I should with it dark, Till I wer couching with the Doctor's clerk. Well, while I live, I'll fear no other thing So fore, as keeping safe Nerifia's ring. [Exeunt omnes.

/

LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST *

varre.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. FERDINAND, King of Na- | Costard, a clown.

Moth, page to Don Adriano de Biron, three Lords, attend Armado. Longaville, { ing upon the King A Forester. Dumain, in his retirement. Boyet, Lords, atterding upon Rosaline,

Princess of France. Macard, } the Princess of France.

Ladies, attending on Don Adriano de Armado, a fan

Maria,

the Pripcefs.

Catharine, taftical Spaniard. Nathaniel, a curate.

Jaquenetta, a country-wench. Dull, a constable.

Officers, and others, attendants Holofernes, a schoolmaster. upon the King and Princess.

SCENE, the King of Navarre's palace, and the country near it.

ACT 1. SCENE I.

The palace.

Enter the King, Biron, Longaville, and Dumain.

LET fame, that all hunt after in their lives,

King.

ET fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live registred upon our brazen tombs t; When, spight of cormorant devouring time, Th’ endeavour of this present breath may buy That honour which shall 'bate his scythe's keen edge; And make us heirs of all eternity.

• In this play are to be perceived feveral A rokes of Shakespeare's pen, but the whole ought by no means to pass for the works of ik,

t brazen ronibs; And then grace us in the disgrace of death : When, spight of, &c.

Therefore, brave conquerors! for so you are,
That war against your own affections,
And the huge army of the world's desires;
Our late edi&t shall strongly stand in force.
Navarre shall be the wonder of the world;
Our court shall be a little academy,
Still and contemplative in living arts.
You three, Biron, Dumain, and Longaville,
Have sworn for three years'term to live with mez
My fellow-scholars; and to keep those ftatutes,
That are recorded in this schedule here.
Your oaths are país d, and now subscribe your names :
That his own hand may strike his honour down,
That violates the smallest branch herein:
If you are arm’d to do as sworn to do,
Subscribe to your deep oaths, and keep them too.

Long. I am resolv'd; 'tis but a three years' fast:
The mind mall banquet though the body pine;
Fat paunches have lean pates; and dainty bits
Make rich the ribs, but bankerout the wits.

Dum. My loving Lord, Dumain is mortify'd:
Tie groffest manner of these world's delights
He throws upon the gross world's bafer flaves:
To love, to wealth, to pomp, 1 pine and die;
With all these living in philosophy.

Biron. I can but say their protestation overy
So much (dear Liege) I have already svorn,
That is, to live and study here three years.
But there are oth ftri&t observances :
As, not to see a wonian in that term;
Which I hope well is not inrolled there :
And one day in a week to touch no food,
And but one meal on every day beside:
The which I hope is not inrolled there:
And then to Icep but three hours in the night,
And not be seen to wink of all the day;
(When I was wont to think no harm all night,
And make a dark night too of half the day ;)
Which I hope well is not inrolled there.
O, these are barren tass, too hard to keep ;
Not to fee ladies, study, fal, not sleep.

King. Your oath is pafs'd to pass away from these.

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