_Duke_. Sir, I entreat you with me home to dinner. _Por_. I humbly do desire your grace of pardon. I must away this night toward Padua; And it is meet I presently set forth. _Duke_. I am sorry that your leisure serves you not: Antonio, gratify this gentleman; For, in my mind, you are much bound to him. [_Exeunt_ DUKE, _Magnificoes, and Train_. _Bas_. Most worthy gentleman, I and my friend, Have by your wisdom been this day acquitted Of grievous penalties; in lieu whereof, Three thousand ducats, due unto the Jew, We freely cope your courteous pains withal. _Ant_. And stand indebted, over and above, In love and service to you evermore. _Por_. He is well paid that is well satisfied: And I, delivering you, am satisfied, And therein do account myself well paid; My mind was never yet more mercenary. I pray you know me, when we meet again; I wish you well, and so I take my leave. _Bas_. Dear Sir, of force I must attempt you further; Take some remembrance of us, as a tribute, Not as a fee: grant me two things, I pray you, Not to deny me, and to pardon me. _Por_. You press me far, and therefore I will yield, Give me your gloves, I'll wear them for your sake; And, for your love, I'll take this ring from you:--Do not draw back your hand; I'll take no more; And you in love shall not deny me this. _Bas_. This ring, good Sir,--alas, it is a trifle; I will not shame myself to give you this. _Por_. I will have nothing else but only this; And now, methinks, I have a mind to it. _Bas_. 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 see, Sir, you are liberal in offers: You taught me first to beg; and now, methinks, You teach me how a beggar should be answer'd. _Bas_. Good Sir, this ring was given me by my wife; And when she put it on, she made me vow That I should neither sell, nor give, nor lose it. _Por_. That 'scuse serves many men to save their gifts. An if your wife be not a mad woman, And know how well I have deserv'd this ring, She would not hold out enemy for ever, For giving it to me. Well, peace be with you! [_Exeunt_ PORTIA _and_ NERISSA. _Ant_. My lord Bassanio, let him have the ring; Let his deservings, and my love withal, Be valued 'gainst your wife's commandment. _Bas_. Go, Gratiano, run and overtake him; Give him the ring; and bring him, if thou can'st, Unto Antonio's house;--away, make haste. [_Exit_ GRATIANO. Come, you and I will thither presently; And in the morning early will we both Fly toward Belmont: Come, Antonio. [_Exeunt_. FOOTNOTES: [Footnote 95: _Magnificoes_,; Coryat calls the nobles of Venice _Clarissimoes_.] [Footnote 96: _--envy's reach_,; Envy, in this place, means hatred or malice.] [Footnote 97: _--remorse,; Id est_, pity:] [Footnote 98: _--apparent cruelly_: That is, seeming cruelty; not real.] [Footnote 99: _--where thou now_ where for whereas.]