When every goose is cackling, would be thought [Mufick ceafes. Lor. That is the voice, Or I am much deceiv'd, of Portia. Por. He knows me, as the blind man knows the cuckow, By the bad voice. Lor. Dear lady, welcome home. Por. We have been praying for our hufbands' healths, Which fpeed, we hope, the better for our words. Are they return'd? Lor. Madam, they are not yet; Give order to my fervants, that they take [A Tucket founds. Lor. Your husband is at hand, I hear his trumpet: -We are no tell-tales, Madam, fear you not. Por. This night, methinks, is but the day-light fick; Enter Baffano, Anthonio, Gratiano, and their followers. If you would walk in abfence of the fun. Por. Let me give light, but let me not be light; But God fort all!-You're welcome home, my lord. There is fcarcely any word delights to trifle as with light, with which Shakespear fo much in its various fignifications. Baff. Baff. I thank you, Madam. Give welcome to my friend. -This is the man, this is Anthonio, Por. You fhould in all fenfe be much bound to him; [Gratiano and Neriffa feem to talk apart. Gra. By yonder moon, I fwear, you do me wrong; In faith, I gave it to the judge's clerk. Would he were gelt that had it, for my part, Since you do take it, love, fo much at heart. Por. A quarrel, ho—already?—what's the matter? Gra. About a hoop of gold, a paltry ring, That he did give me, whofe poefy was For all the world like cutler's poetry Upon a knife; Love me, and leave me not. Ner. What talk you of the poefy, or the value? You fwore to me, when I did give it you, That you would wear it 'till your hour of death, And that it should lie with you in your grave. Tho' not for me, yet for your vehement oaths, You should have been refpective, and have kept it. Gave it a Judge's clerk!-but well I know, The clerk will ne'er wear hair on's face, that had it. Gra. He will, an if he live to be a man. Ner. Ay, if a woman live to be a man. Gra. Now, by this hand, I gave it to a youth,A kind of boy-a little fcrubbed boy, No higher than thyfelf-the Judge's clerk A prating boy, that begg'd it as a fee. I could not for my heart deny it him. you, Per. You were to blame, I must be plain with And And riveted with taith unto your flesh. Baff. Why, I were beft to cut my left hand off, And fwear, I loft the ring defending it. [Afide. Gra. My lord Baffanio gave his ring away Unto the Judge that begg`d it, and, indeed, Deferv'd it too. And then the boy, his clerk, That took fome pains in writing, Fie begg'd mine; And neither man, nor mafter, would take aught But the two rings. Por. What ng gave you, my lord? Por. Even fo void is your falle heart of truth. Ner. Nor I in yours, 'Till I again fee mine. Baff. Sweet Portia, If you did know to whom I gave the ring, * I. II. III. IV. contain. What What man is there fo much unreasonable, I'll die for't, but fome woman had the ring. Baff. No, by mine honour, Madam-by my foul— No woman had it, but a Civil Doctor, Who did refufe three thousand ducats of me, And begg'd the ring; the which I did deny him, And fuffer'd him to go difpleas'd away; Ev'n he, that did uphold the very life Of my dear friend. What fhould I fay, fweet lady? I was enforc'd to fend it after him; I was befet with fhame and courtesy; My honour would not let ingratitude And by thefe bleffed candles of the night, Por. Let not that Doctor e'er come near my houfe. Since he hath got the jewel that I lov'd, And that which you did fwear to keep for me, I'll not deny him any thing I have, No, not my body, nor my husband's bed. Lie not a night from home; watch me, like Argus: Now, by mine honour, which is yet my own, Ner. And I his clerk-therefore be well advis'd, How you do leave me to mine own protection. 7 What man modefty wanted the What man could have fo little modefly, or wanted modefty so much as to urge the demand of a thing kept on an account in fome fortreligious. Gra. Ps To urge the thing held as a ceremony?] This is very licentioufly expreffed. The fenfe is, Gra. Well, do you fo; let me not take him then; For if I do, I'll mar the young clerk's pen. Anth. I am th'unhappy fubject of these quarrels. Por. Sir, grieve not you. You are welcome, notwithstanding. Baff. Portia, forgive me this enforced wrong. Por. Mark you but that! In both mine eyes he doubly fees himself; Baff. Nay, but hear me: Pardon this fault, and by my foul I fwear, Anth. I once did lend my body for his wealth & Which but for him, that had your husband's ring, [To Portia. Had quite mifcarry'd. I dare be bound again, Por. Then you fhall be his furety. Give him this, And bid him keep it better than the other. Anth. Here, lord Bafanio, fwear to keep this ring. Baff. By heav'n, it is the fame I gave the Doctor. Por. I had it of him-pardon me, Baffanio; For by this ring the Doctor lay with me. Ner. And pardon me, my gentle Gratiano, For that fame fcrubbed boy, the Doctor's clerk, In lieu of this, laft night did lie with me. Gra. Why, this is like the mending of high ways In fummer, where the ways are fair enough. What! are we cuckolds, ere we have deferv'd it? Por. Speak not fo grofsly-you are all amaz❜d-- 8 for bis wealth.] For his advantage; to obtain his happinefs. Wealth was, at time, the term oppofite to adverfity, or calamity. Here |