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PORTIA. Let me give light, but let me not be light, For a light wife doth make a heavy husband, And never be Bassanio so for me: But God sort all! You are welcome home, my lord.
BASSANIO. I thank you, madam; give welcome to my friend: This is the man, this is Antonio, To whom I am so infinitely bound.
PORTIA. You should in all sense be much bound to him, For, as I hear, he was much bound for you.
ANTONIO. No more than I am well acquitted of.
PORTIA. Sir, you are very welcome to our house. It must appear in other ways than words, Therefore I scant this breathing courtesy.
GRATIANO. [ To NERISSA ] By yonder moon I swear you do me wrong; In faith, I gave it to the judge ' s clerk. Would he were gelt that had it, for my part, Since you do take it, love, so much at heart.
PORTIA. A quarrel, ho, already! What ' s the matter?
GRATIANO. About a hoop of gold, a paltry ring That she did give me, whose posy was For all the world like cutlers ' poetry