In love and service to you evermore. Por. He is well paid, that is well satisfy'd; I wish you well, and fo I take my leave. Baff. Dear fir, of force I must attempt you further; Take some remembrance of us, for a tribute, Not as a fee: grant me two things, I pray you, b Not to deny me, and to pardon me. Por. You prefs me far, and therefore I will yield. Baff. This ring, good fir,-alas it is a trifle; Baff. There's more depends on this, than on the value. The dearest ring in Venice will I give you, And find it out by proclamation; Only for this, I pray you, pardon me. Por. I fee, fir, you are liberal in offers: You taught me first to beg; and now, methinks, Baff. Good fir, this ring was given me by my wife; And, when she put it on, she made me vow, Por. That 'fcufe serves many men to save their gifts. An if your wife be not a mad woman, And know how well I have deferv'd this ring, VOL. II. b pardon me.]-my importunity, M She She would not hold out enemy for ever, Anth. My lord Bassanio, let him have the ring; Baff. Go, Gratiano, run and overtake him, S CENE II. Enter Portia and Neriffa. [Exeunt. Por. Enquire the Jew's houfe out, give him this deed, And let him fign it; we'll away to-night, And be a day before our husbands home: This deed will be well welcome to Lorenzo. Enter Gratiano. Gra. Fair fir, you are well o'erta'en : d My lord Baffanio, upon more advice, Hath fent you here this ring; and doth intreat Por. That cannot be : This ring I do accept moft thankfully, And fo, I pray you, tell him: Furthermore, I pray you, fhew my youth old Shylock's houfe. Gra. That will I do. Ner. Sir, I would speak with e enmity. you: d upon more advice,]-upon reflection. I'll fee if I can get my husband's ring, Which I did make him fwear to keep for ever. [To Por. Por. Thou may'ft, I warrant: We fhall have old fwearing, That they did give the rings away to men ; But we'll out-face them, and out-fwear them too. ! A CT V. SCENE I. Belmont. A Grove, or Green Place, before Portia's House. Enter Lorenzo, and Jeffica. Lor. The moon fhines bright :-In fuch a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kifs the trees, And they did make no noife; in fuch a night, Jef. In fuch a night, Did Thisbe fearfully o'er-trip the dew; And ran difmay'd away. Lor. In fuch a night, Stood Dido with a willow in her hand Upon the wild fea-banks, and wav'd her love e old fearing,]-a torrent of oaths. HENRY IV, Part 2, A& II, S. 4. I Draw. To come again to Carthage. Jef. In fuch a night, Medea gather'd the enchanted herbs That did renew old Æfon. Lor. In fuch a night, Did Jeffica fteal from the wealthy Jew; Jef. And in fuch a night, Did young Lorenzo fwear he lov'd her well; Lor. And in fuch a night, Did pretty Jeffica, like a little fhrew, Jef. I would out-night you, did no body come; Enter a Servant. Lor. Who comes fo faft in filence of the night? Lor. A friend? what friend? your name, I pray you, friend? Serv. Stephano is my name; and I bring word, My mistress will before the break of day Be here at Belmont: fhe doth ftray about By holy croffes, where she kneels and prays Lor. Who comes with her? Serv. None, but a holy hermit, and her maid. I pray you, is my mafter yet return'd? Lor. He is not, nor we have not heard from him. But go we in, I pray thee, Jeffica, And And ceremoniously let us prepare Some welcome for the mistrefs of the house. Enter Launcelot fmacking a whip. Laun. Sola, fola, wo ha, ho, fola, fola! Lor. Who calls?` Laun. Sola! did you see master Lorenzo, and mistress Lorenza? fola, fola! Lor. Leave hollowing, man; here, Laun. Sola! where? where? Lor. Here. Laun. Tell him, there's a poft come from my master, with his horn full of good news; my master will be here ere morning. [Exit. Lor. Sweet foul, let's in, and there expect their coming. And yet no matter;-Why fhould we go in? My friend Stephano, fignify, I pray you, Within the house, your mistress is at hand; And bring your musick forth into the air.- [Exit fervant. Here will we fit, and let the founds of mufick Sit, Jeffica: Look, how the floor of heaven f Is thick inlay'd with pattens of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubims, But, whilft this muddy vefture of decay g Doth grofly close it in, we cannot hear it.- pattens]-fmall round plates. clofe it in,]-deadens the found, ftifles, fuppreffes it. M 3 With |