140 A gentle scroll. Fair lady, by your leave; That thinks he hath done well in people's eyes, 145 Giddy in spirit, still gazing in a doubt 150 As doubtful whether what I see be true, Por. You see me, Lord Bassanio, where I stand, I would not be ambitious in my wish, To wish myself much better; yet, for you 155 A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times More rich; That only to stand high in your account, I might in virtues, beauties, livings, friends, But she may learn; happier then in this, 175 Let it presage the ruin of your love And be my vantage to exclaim on you. Bass. Madam, you have bereft me of all words, By a beloved prince, there doth appear 185 Express'd and not express'd. But when this ring Parts from this finger, then parts life from hence: O, then be bold to say Bassanio's dead! Ner. My lord and lady, it is now our time, Bass. With all my heart, so thou canst get a wife. My eyes, my lord, can look as swift as yours: 200 You saw the mistress, I beheld the maid; you. You loved, I loved: for intermission And swearing till my very roof was dry To have her love, provided that your fortune 210 Por. 215 Is this true, Nerissa? Ner. Madam, it is, so you stand pleased withal. Gra. Yes, faith, my lord. Bass. Our feast shall be much honour'd in your marriage. Gra. But who comes here ? Lorenzo and his infidel? What, and my old Venetian friend Salanio? Enter LORENZO, JESSICA, and SALANIO. Bass. Lorenzo and Salanio, welcome hither: Sweet Portia, welcome. Por. So do I, my lord: They are entirely welcome. Lor. I thank your honour. For my part, my lord, My purpose was not to have seen you here; 225 But meeting with Salanio by the way, He did intreat me, past all saying nay, Salan. And I have reason for it. Bass. I did, my lord: 230 I pray you, tell me how my good friend doth. Salan. 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 welcome. 235 Your hand, Salanio: what's the news from Venice? How doth that royal merchant, good Antonio? 240 I know he will be glad of our success; We are the Jasons, we have won the fleece. Salan. I would you had won the fleece that he hath lost. Por. There are some shrewd contents in yon same paper, That steals 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! O sweet Portia, Bass. And then I told you true: and yet, dear lady, 255 How much I was a braggart. When I told you And not one vessel 'scape the dreadful touch Salan. Not one, my lord. Besides, it should appear, that if he had E 270 The present money to discharge the Jew, Of greatest port, have all persuaded with him; 280 Of forfeiture, of justice, and his bond. Jes. When I was with him I have heard him swear That he would rather have Antonio's flesh It will go hard with poor Antonio. Por. Is it your dear friend that is thus in trouble? Bass. The dearest friend to me, the kindest man, 290 The best-condition'd and unwearied spirit 295 In doing courtesies, and one in whom. The ancient Roman honour more appears that draws breath in Italy. Than any Por. What sum owes he the Jew? Bass. For me three thousand ducats. What, no more? Pay him six thousand, and deface the bond; Shall lose a hair through Bassanio's fault. With an unquiet soul. You shall have gold |