The Merchant of Venice by William Shakespeare (best feel good books .TXT) 📕

me what to believe:
I’ll die for’t but some woman had the ring. Bassanio

No, by my honour, 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 displeased away;
Even he that did uphold the very life
Of my dear friend. What should I say, sweet lady?
I was enforced to send it after him;
I was beset with shame and courtesy;
My honour 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.

Portia

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 honour, which is yet mine own,
I’ll have that doctor for my bedfellow.

Nerissa

And I his clerk; therefore be well advised
How you do leave me to mine own protection.

Gratiano

Well, do you so; let not me take him, then;
For if I do, I’ll mar the young clerk’s pen.

Antonio I am the unhappy subject of these quarrels. Portia Sir, grieve not you; you are welcome notwithstanding. Bassanio

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—

Portia

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.

Bassanio

Nay, but hear me:
Pardon this fault, and by my soul I swear
I never more will break an oath with thee.

Antonio

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.

Portia

Then you shall be his surety. Give him this
And bid him keep it better than the other.

Antonio Here, Lord Bassanio; swear to keep this ring. Bassanio By heaven, it is the same I gave the doctor! 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 highways
In summer, where the ways are fair enough:
What, are we cuckolds ere we have deserved it?

Portia

Speak not so grossly. You are all amazed:
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: the first inter’gatory
That my Nerissa shall be sworn on is,
Whether 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,
That 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.

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The Merchant of Venice
was published in 1596 by
William Shakespeare.

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