Page 477 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2
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PORTIA

               It is so. Are there balance here to weigh
               The flesh?



              SHYLOCK
                               I have them ready.



              PORTIA
               Have by some surgeon, Shylock, on your charge, [255]

               To stop his wounds, lest he do bleed to death.


              SHYLOCK

               Is it so nominated in the bond?



              PORTIA
               It is not so expressed, but what of that?
               ’Twere good you do so much for charity.



              SHYLOCK
               I cannot find it; ’tis not in the bond. [260]



              PORTIA
               You, merchant, have you anything to say?



              ANTONIO
               But little; I am armed and well prepared.

               Give me your hand, Bassanio, fare you well,
               Grieve not that I am fallen to this for you,
               For herein Fortune shows herself more kind [265]
               Than is her custom; it is still her use

               To let the wretched man outlive his wealth
               To view with hollow eye and wrinkled brow
               An age of poverty; from which lingering penance
               Of such misery doth she cut me off. [270]

               Commend me to your honourable wife,
               Tell her the process of Antonio’s end,
               Say how I loved you, speak me fair in death;
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