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Of my dear friend. What should I say, sweet Lady?
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,
Ner. And I his clerk; therefore be well advis'd,
Gra. Well, do you fo; let me not take him then ; For if I do, I'll mar the young clerk’s pen.
Anth. I am th' unhappy subject of these quarrels.
Bal. Nay, but hear me :
Anth. I once did lend my body for his weal ;
Had quite miscarry'd. I dare be bound again,
Por. Then you shall be his furety.; give him this,
Anth. Here, lord Bafanio, swear to keep this ring. Bas. By heav'n, it is the fame I gave the Doctor.
Por, I had it of him : pardon me, Bafanio ; For by this ring the Doctor lay with me.
Ner. And pardon me, my gentle Gratiano,
Gra. Why, this is like the mending of high-ways
Por. Speak not so grofsly; you are all amaz'd;
shall find that Portia was the Doctor ;
house. Anthonio, you are welcome ;
Anih. I am dumb.
Ner: Ay, but the clerk, that never means to do it,
Baf. Sweet Doctor, you shall be my bedfellow; When I am absent, then lie with my
wife. Anth. Sweet lady, you have giv'n me life and living ; For here I read for certain, that my ships Are safely come to road. Por. How now, Lorenko?
My clerk hath some good comforts too for you.
Ner. Ay, and I'll give them him without a fee.
Lor. Fair ladies, you drop Manna in the way
Por. It is almost morning,
re, you are not satisfy'd
Gra. Let it be fo: the first interr'gatory,