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An ' twere to me, I should be mad at it.
BASSANIO.[ Aside ] Why, I were best to cut my left hand off, And swear I lost the ring defending it.
GRATIANO. My Lord Bassanio gave his ring away Unto the judge that begg ' d it, and indeed Deserv ' d 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.
PORTIA. What ring gave you, my lord? Not that, I hope, which you receiv ' d of me.
BASSANIO. 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.
PORTIA. Even so void is your false heart of truth; By heaven, I will ne ' er come in your bed Until I see the ring.
NERISSA. Nor I in yours Till I again see mine.
BASSANIO. Sweet Portia, If you did know to whom I gave the ring, If you did know for whom I gave the ring,