I again see mine!
Bass.
Sweet Portia,
If you did know to whom I gave the ring,
If you did know for whom I gave the ring,
And would conceive for what I gave the ring,
And how unwillingly I left the ring,
When nought would be accepted but the ring,
You would abate the strength of your displeasure.
Por.
If you had known the virtue of the ring,
Or half her worthiness that gave the ring,
Or your own honor to contain the ring,
You would not then have parted with the ring.
What man is there so much unreasonable,
If you had pleas’d to have defended it
With any terms of zeal, wanted the modesty
To urge the thing held as a ceremony?
Nerissa teaches me what to believe—
I’ll die for’t but some woman had the ring!
Bass.
No, by my honor, madam, by my soul,
No woman had it, but a civil doctor,
Which did refuse three thousand ducats of me,
And begg’d the ring, the which I did deny him,
And suffer’d him to go displeas’d away—
Even he that had held up the very life
Of my dear friend. What should I say, sweet lady?
I was enforc’d to send it after him,
I was beset with shame and courtesy,
My honor would not let ingratitude
So much besmear it. Pardon me, good lady,
For by these blessed candles of the night,
Had you been there, I think you would have begg’d
The ring of me to give the worthy doctor.
Por.
Let not that doctor e’er come near my house.
Since he hath got the jewel that I loved,
And that which you did swear to keep for me,
I will become as liberal as you,
I’ll not deny him any thing I have,
No, not my body nor my husband’s bed.
Know him I shall, I am well sure of it.
Lie not a night from home. Watch me like Argus;
If you do not, if I be left alone,
Now by mine honor, which is yet mine own,
I’ll have that doctor for [my] bedfellow.
Ner.
And I his clerk; therefore be well advis’d
How you do leave me to mine own protection.
Gra.
Well, do you so; let not me take him then,
For if I do, I’ll mar the young clerk’s pen.
Ant.
I am th’ unhappy subject of these quarrels.
Por.
Sir, grieve not you, you are welcome notwithstanding.
Bass.
Portia, forgive me this enforced wrong,
And in the hearing of these many friends
I swear to thee, even by thine own fair eyes,
Wherein I see myself—
Por.
Mark you but that!
In both my eyes he doubly sees himself,
In each eye, one. Swear by your double self,
And there’s an oath of credit.
Bass.
Nay, but hear me.
Pardon this fault, and by my soul I swear
I never more will break an oath with thee.
Ant.
I once did lend my body for his wealth,
Which but for him that had your husband’s ring
Had quite miscarried. I dare be bound again,
My soul upon the forfeit, that your lord
Will never more break faith advisedly.
Por.
Then you shall be his surety. Give him this,
And bid him keep it better than the other.
Ant.
Here, Lord Bassanio, swear to keep this ring.
Bass.
By heaven, it is the same I gave the doctor!
Por.
I had it of him. Pardon me, Bassanio,
For by this ring, the doctor lay with me.
Ner.
And pardon me, my gentle Gratiano,
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