And neither man nor master would take aught But the two rings. Por. What ring gave you, my lord? Not that, I hope, which you received of me. Bass. If I could add a lie unto a fault, Por. Even so void is your false heart of truth. If you did know to whom I gave the ring, When naught would be accepted but the ring, I'll die for't but some woman had the ring. No woman had it; but a civil doctor, Which did refuse three thousand ducats of me, Even he that had held up the very life Sweet Portia, Of my dear friend. What should I say, sweet lady? I was beset with shame and courtesy; My honor would not let ingratitude So much besmear it. Pardon me, good lady, For, by these blesséd candles of the night, Had you been there, I think, you would have begged 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'll not deny him anything I have. Ner. And I his clerk. Ant. I am the unhappy subject of these quarrels. Por. Sir, grieve not you; you are welcome notwithstanding. Bass. Portia, forgive me this enforcéd wrong; And in the hearing of these many friends I swear to thee, even by thine own fair eyes, Por. Mark you but that! In both my eyes he doubly sees himself; And there's an oath of credit. Bass. Ant. I once did lend my body for his wealth, 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. It comes from Padua, from Bellario: There you shall find, that Portia was the doctor, Shall witness, I set forth as soon as you, And even but now returned; I have not yet You shall not know by what strange accident Bass. Were you the doctor, and I knew you not? Ant. Sweet lady, you have given me life and living; Are safely come to road. Por. How now, Lorenzo? My clerk hath some good comforts too for you. From the rich Jew, a special deed of gift, After his death, of all he dies possessed of. Lor. Fair ladies, you drop manna in the way Por. [Exeunt. SCENE.-During a great part of the Play, at ROME; afterwards near Flav. Hence! home, you idle creatures, get you home: Is this a holiday? What! know you not, Being mechanical, you ought not walk Upon a laboring day without the sign Of your profession?-Speak, what trade art thou? 1 Cit. Why, sir, a carpenter. Mar. Where is thy leather apron and thy rule? 2 Cit. Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but, as you would say, a cobbler. Mar. But what trade art thou? answer me directly. 2 Cit. A trade, sir, that I hope I may use with a safe conscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles. Mar. What trade, thou knave? thou naughty knave, what trade? 2 Cit. Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me: yet, if you be out, sir, I can mend you. Mar. What mean'st thou by that? mend me, thou saucy fellow ? 2 Cit. Why, sir, cobble you. Flav. Thou art a cobbler, art thou? 2 Cit. Truly, sir, all that I live by is with the awl; I meddle with no tradesman's matters, but with awl. I am, indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great danger, I recover them. As proper men as ever trod upon neat's-leather have gone upon my handiwork. Flav. But wherefore art not in thy shop to-day? Why dost thou lead these men around the streets? 2 Cit. Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself into more work. But, indeed, sir, we make holiday to see Cæsar, and to rejoice in his triumph. Mar. Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home? What tributaries follow him to Rome, To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels? You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things! you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft |