The Merchant of Venice (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Merchant of Venice.
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¶When neither is attended: and I thinke
¶When euery Goose is cackling, would be thought
2520No better a Musitian then the Wren?
¶To their right praise, and true perfection:
¶Peace, how the Moone sleepes with Endimion,
¶And would not be awak'd.
2525
Musicke ceases.
¶Lor. That is the voice,
¶Or I am much deceiu'd of Portia.
¶Por. He knowes me as the blinde man knowes the
¶Cuckow by the bad voice?
2530Lor. Deere Lady welcome home?
¶Which speed we hope the better for our words,
¶Are they return'd?
¶Lor. Madam, they are not yet:
¶To signifie their comming.
¶Giue order to my seruants, that they take
¶No note at all of our being absent hence,
¶
A Tucket sounds.
¶We are no tell-tales Madam, feare you not.
2545It lookes a little paler, 'tis a day,
¶Such as the day is, when the Sun is hid.
¶
Enter Bassanio, Anthonio, Gratiano, and their
¶Followers.
¶Por. Let me giue light, but let me not be light,
¶For a light wife doth make a heauie husband,
¶But God sort all: you are welcome home my Lord.
2555Bass. I thanke you Madam, giue welcom to my friend
¶This is the man, this is Anthonio,
¶To whom I am so infinitely bound.
¶For as I heare he was much bound for you.
2560Anth. No more then I am wel acquitted of.
¶It must appeare in other waies then words,
2565Infaith I gaue it to the Iudges Clearke,
¶Would he were gelt that had it for my part,
¶Since you do take it Loue so much at hart.
¶Por. A quarrel hoe alreadie, what's the matter?
¶Gra. About a hoope of Gold, a paltry Ring
¶For all the world like Cutlers Poetry
¶Vpon a knife; Loue mee, and leaue mee not.
¶You swore to me when I did giue it you,
2575That you would weare it til the houre of death,
¶And that it should lye with you in your graue,
¶Though not for me, yet for your vehement oaths,
¶Gaue it a Iudges Clearke: but wel I know
2580The Clearke wil nere weare haire on's face that had it.
¶Gra. He wil, and if he liue to be a man.
¶Nerrissa. I, if a Woman liue to be a man.
¶Gra. Now by this hand I gaue it to a youth,
¶A kinde of boy, a little scrubbed boy,
2585No higher then thy selfe, the Iudges Clearke,
¶A prating boy that begg'd it as a Fee,
¶I could not for my heart deny it him.
2590A thing stucke on with oathes vpon your finger,
¶I gaue my Loue a Ring, and made him sweare
¶Neuer to part with it, and heere he stands:
¶I dare be sworne for him, he would not leaue it,
2595Nor plucke it from his finger, for the wealth
¶That the world masters. Now in faith Gratiano,
¶You giue your wife too vnkinde a cause of greefe,
¶And 'twere to me I should be mad at it.
¶Vnto the Iudge that beg'd it, and indeede
¶Deseru'd it too: and then the Boy his Clearke
¶That tooke some paines in writing, he begg'd mine,
2605And neyther man nor master would take ought
¶But the two Rings.
¶Por. What Ring gaue you my Lord?
¶Not that I hope which you receiu'd of me.
¶Bass. If I could adde a lie vnto a fault,
2610I would deny it: but you see my finger
¶Hath not the Ring vpon it, it is gone.
¶By heauen I wil nere come in your bed
¶Vntil I see the Ring.
¶Bass. Sweet Portia,
¶If you did know to whom I gaue the Ring,
¶If you did know for whom I gaue the Ring,
¶And would conceiue for what I gaue the Ring,
2620And how vnwillingly I left the Ring,
¶When nought would be accepted but the Ring,
¶Por. If you had knowne the vertue of the Ring,
2625Or your owne honour to containe the Ring,
¶You would not then haue parted with the Ring:
¶If you had pleas'd to haue defended it
¶With any termes of Zeale: wanted the modestie
2630To vrge the thing held as a ceremonie:
¶Ile die for't, but some Woman had the Ring?
¶No Woman had it, but a ciuill Doctor,
¶And beg'd the Ring; the which I did denie him,
¶Euen he that had held vp the verie life
2640I was inforc'd to send it after him,
¶My honor would not let ingratitude
¶So much besmeare it. Pardon me good Lady,
2645Had you bene there, I thinke you would haue beg'd
¶The Ring of me, to giue the worthie Doctor?
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