The comicall Historie of
24562450Giue order to my
seruants, that they take
24572451no note at all of our being ab
sent hence,
24582452nor you
Lorenzo,
Iessica nor you.
24592453Loren. Your hu
sband is at hand, I heare his trumpet,
24602454we are no tell-tales Madame, feare you not.
24612455Por. This night me thinks is but the day light
sicke,
24622456it lookes a little paler, tis a day,
24632457such as the day is when the
sunne is hid.
24642458 Enter Bassanio, Anthonio, Gratiano, and their 24662460Bass. We
should hold day with the Antipodes,
24672461if you would walke in ab
sence of the
sunne.
24682462Por. Let me giue light, but let me not be light,
24692463for a light wife doth make a heauie hu
sband,
24702464and neuer be
Bassanio so for me,
24712465but God
sort all: you are welcome home my Lord.
24722466Bass. I thank you Madam, giue welcome to my friend,
24732467this is the man, this is
Anthonio,
24742468to whom I am
so in
finitely bound.
24752469Por. You
should in all
sence be much bound to him,
24762470for as I heare he was much bound for you.
24772471Anth. No more then I am well acquitted of.
24782472Por. Sir, you are very welcome to our hou
se:
24792473it mu
st appeare in other wayes then words,
24802474therefore I
scant this breathing curte
sie.
24812475Gra. By yonder moone I
sweare you doe me wrong,
24822476infaith I gaue it to the Iudges Clarke,
24832477would he were gelt that had it for my part,
24842478since you doe take it Loue
so much at hart.
24852479Por. A quarrell hoe already, what's the matter?
24862480Grati. About a hoope of gold, a paltry ring
24872481that
she did giue me, who
se po
sie was
24882482for all the world like Cutlers poetry
24892483vpon a knife,
Loue me, and leaue me not.
24902484Ner. What talke you of the po
sie or the valew:
24912485You
swore to me when I did giue you,
that