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       PORTIA.

       I had it of him: pardon me, Bassanio,

       For, by this ring, the doctor lay with me.

       NERISSA.

       And pardon me, my gentle Gratiano,

       For that same scrubbed boy, the doctor’s clerk,

       In lieu of this, last night did lie with me.

       GRATIANO.

       Why, this is like the mending of high ways

       In summer, where the ways are fair enough.

       What! are we cuckolds ere we have deserv’d it?

       PORTIA.

       Speak not so grossly. You are all amaz’d:

       Here is a letter; read it at your leisure;

       It comes from Padua, from Bellario:

       There you shall find that Portia was the doctor,

       Nerissa there, her clerk: Lorenzo here

       Shall witness I set forth as soon as you,

       And even but now return’d; I have not yet

       Enter’d my house. Antonio, you are welcome;

       And I have better news in store for you

       Than you expect: unseal this letter soon;

       There you shall find three of your argosies

       Are richly come to harbour suddenly.

       You shall not know by what strange accident

       I chanced on this letter.

       ANTONIO.

       I am dumb.

       BASSANIO.

       Were you the doctor, and I knew you not?

       GRATIANO.

       Were you the clerk that is to make me cuckold?

       NERISSA.

       Ay, but the clerk that never means to do it,

       Unless he live until he be a man.

       BASSANIO.

       Sweet doctor, you shall be my bedfellow:

       When I am absent, then lie with my wife.

       ANTONIO.

       Sweet lady, you have given me life and living;

       For here I read for certain that my ships

       Are safely come to road.

       PORTIA.

       How now, Lorenzo!

       My clerk hath some good comforts too for you.

       NERISSA.

       Ay, and I’ll give them him without a fee.

       There do I give to you and Jessica,

       From the rich Jew, a special deed of gift,

       After his death, of all he dies possess’d of.

       LORENZO.

       Fair ladies, you drop manna in the way

       Of starved people.

       PORTIA.

       It is almost morning,

       And yet I am sure you are not satisfied

       Of these events at full. Let us go in;

       And charge us there upon inter’gatories,

       And we will answer all things faithfully.

       GRATIANO.

       Let it be so: he first inter’gatory

       That my Nerissa shall be sworn on is,

       Whe’r till the next night she had rather stay,

       Or go to bed now, being two hours to day:

       But were the day come, I should wish it dark,

       Till I were couching with the doctor’s clerk.

       Well, while I live, I’ll fear no other thing

       So sore as keeping safe Nerissa’s ring.

       [Exeunt.}

       THE END