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Is sum of something; which, to term in gross,
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 Bassavio, and my gentle lady
Bass. With all my heart, so thou canst get a wife.
Gra. I thank your lordship; you have got me ope. My eyes, my lord, can look as swift as yours: You saw the mistress, I beheld the maid; You lov'd, I lov'd; for intermission* No more pertains to me, my lord, than you. Your fortune stood upon the caskets there; And so did mine too, as the matter falls: For wooing here, until I sweat again; And swearing, till my very roof was dry With oaths of love; at last,-if promise last, I got a promise of this fair one here, To have her love, provided that your fortune Achiev'd her mistress. Por.
Is this true, Nerissa? Ner. Madam, it is, so you stand pleas'd withal, Bass. And do you, Gratiano, mean good faith? Gra. Yes, 'faith, my lord. Bass. Our feast shall be much honour'd in your
marriage. Gra. We'll play with them, the first boy for a thousand 'ducats.
Ner. What, and stake down?
Enter Lorenzo, Jessica, and Salerio.
Bass. Lorenzo, and Salerio, welcome hither; If that the youth of iny 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,
* Pause, delay,
My purpose was not to have seen you here;
I did, my lord,
Ere I ope his 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 had won the fleece that he hath
lost! Por. There are some shrewd contents in yon'
saine 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 engag'd myself to a dear friend,
Not one, my lord.
Por. Is it your dear friend, that is thus in trouble!
Bass. The dearest friend to me, the kindest mas, The best condition'd and unwearied spirit In doing courtesies; and one in whom The ancient Roman honour more appears, Than any that draws breath in Italy.
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Por. What sum owes he the Jew?
What, no more?
Bass. [Reads.] Sweet Bassanio, my ships have all miscarried, my creditors grow cruel, my estate is very low, my bond to the Jew is forfeit; and since, in paying it, it is impossible I should live, all debts are cleared between you and I, if I might but see you at my death : notwithstanding, use your pleasure: if your love do not persuade you to come, let not my letter.
Por. O love, despatch all business, and be gone.
I will make haste: but, till I come again,