Page 501 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

GRATIANO

Were you the clerk that is to make me cuckold?

NERISSA
Ay, but the clerk that never means to do it,
Unless he live until he be a man.

BASSANIO
Sweet doctor, you shall be my bedfellow.

When I am absent, then lie with my wife. [285]

ANTONIO

Sweet lady, you have given me life and living,
For here I read for certain that my ships
Are safely come to road.

PORTIA
How now, Lorenzo?
My clerk hath some good comforts too for you.

NERISSA

Ay, and I’ll give them him without a fee. [290]
There do I give to you and Jessica
From the rich Jew, a special deed of gift,
After his death, of all he dies possessed of.

LORENZO

Fair ladies, you drop manna in the way
Of starvèd people.

PORTIA
It is almost morning, [295]
And yet I am sure you are not satisfied
Of these events at full. Let us go in,

And charge us there upon inter’gatories,
And we will answer all things faithfully.