_Duke._ I am sorry that your leisure serves you not. 400 Antonio, gratify this gentleman, For, in my mind, you are much bound to him. [_Exeunt Duke and his train._ _Bass._ Most worthy gentleman, I and my friend Have by your wisdom been this day acquitted Of grievous penalties; in lieu whereof, 405 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; 410 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. 415 _Bass._ 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. 420 Give me your gloves, I’ll wear them for your sake; [_To Ant._ And, for your love, I’ll take this ring from you [_To Bass._]: Do not draw back your hand; I’ll take no more; And you in love shall not deny me this. _Bass._ This ring, good sir, alas, it is a trifle! 425 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. _Bass._ There’s more depends on this than on the value. The dearest ring in Venice will I give you, 430 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. 435 _Bass._ 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, 440 And know how well I have deserved the 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 445 Be valued ’gainst your wife’s commandment. _Bass._ Go, Gratiano, run and overtake him; Give him the ring; and bring him, if thou canst, Unto Antonio’s house: away! make haste. [_Exit Gratiano._ Come, you and I will thither presently; 450 And in the morning early will we both Fly toward Belmont: come, Antonio. [_Exeunt._ ~~~~~ Linenotes: _The Merchant of Venice_, IV, 1. SCENE I. _A court..._] Capell. The Senate-House. Theobald.