There you shall find, that Portia was the doctor: Shall witness, I set forth as soon as you, You shall not know by what strange accident I chanced on this letter. Ant. I am dumb. Bass. Were you the doctor, and I knew you not? Gra. Were you the clerk, that is to make me cuckold? Ner. Ay; but the clerk, that never means to do it, Unless he live until he be a man. Bass. Sweet doctor, you shall be my bedfellow; When I am absent, then lie with my wife. Ant. Sweet lady, you have given me life, and living; For here I read for certain, that my ships Are safely come to road. Por. How now, Lorenzo? My clerk hath some good comforts too for you. Ner. Ay, and I'll give them him without a fee. There do I give to you, and Jessica, Lor. Fair ladies, you drop manna in the way Por. It is almost morning, And yet, I am sure, you are not satisfied Act IV. Scene III. Oli. |