_Gra._ My Lord Bassanio gave his ring away Unto the judge that begg’d it and indeed 180 Deserved it too; and then the boy, his clerk, That took some pains in writing, he begg’d mine; And neither man nor master would take aught But the two rings. _Por._ What ring gave you, my lord? Not that, I hope, which you received of me. 185 _Bass._ If I could add a lie unto a fault, I would deny it; but you see my finger Hath not the ring upon it, it is gone. _Por._ Even so void is your false heart of truth. By heaven, I will ne’er come in your bed 190 Until I see the ring. _Ner._ Nor I in yours Till I again see mine. _Bass._ Sweet Portia, If you did know to whom I gave the ring, If you did know for whom I gave the ring, And would conceive for what I gave the ring, 195 And how unwillingly I left the ring, When nought would be accepted but the ring, You would abate the strength of your displeasure. _Por._ If you had known the virtue of the ring, Or half her worthiness that gave the ring, 200 Or your own honour to contain the ring, You would not then have parted with the ring. What man is there so much unreasonable, If you had pleased to have defended it With any terms of zeal, wanted the modesty 205 To urge the thing held as a ceremony? Nerissa teaches me what to believe: I’ll die for’t but some woman had the ring. _Bass._ No, by my honour, madam, by my soul, No woman had it, but a civil doctor, 210 Which did refuse three thousand ducats of me, And begg’d the ring; the which I did deny him, And suffered him to go displeased away; Even he that did uphold the very life Of my dear friend. What should I say, sweet lady; 215 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, 220 Had you been there, I think you would have begg’d The ring of me to give the worthy doctor. _Por._ 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, 225 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: 230 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. _Ner._ And I his clerk; therefore be well advised How you do leave me to mine own protection. 235 _Gra._ Well, do you so: let not me take him, then; For if I do, I’ll mar the young clerk’s pen. _Ant._ I am the unhappy subject of these quarrels.