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LORENZO. Dear lady, welcome home.
PORTIA. We have been praying for our husbands ' welfare, Which speed, we hope, the better for our words. Are they return ' d?
LORENZO. Madam, they are not yet; But there is come a messenger before, To signify their coming.
PORTIA. Go in, Nerissa: Give order to my servants that they take No note at all of our being absent hence; Nor you, Lorenzo; Jessica, nor you.
[ A tucket sounds.]
LORENZO. Your husband is at hand; I hear his trumpet. We are no tell-tales, madam, fear you not.
PORTIA. This night methinks is but the daylight sick; It looks a little paler; ' tis a day Such as the day is when the sun is hid.
[ Enter BASSANIO, ANTONIO, GRATIANO, and their Followers.]
BASSANIO. We should hold day with the Antipodes, If you would walk in absence of the sun.