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PORTIA. Speak not so grossly. You are all amaz ' d: Here is a letter; read it at your leisure; It comes from Padua, from Bellario: There you shall find that Portia was the doctor, Nerissa there, her clerk: Lorenzo here Shall witness I set forth as soon as you, And even but now return ' d; I have not yet Enter ' d my house. Antonio, you are welcome; And I have better news in store for you Than you expect: unseal this letter soon; There you shall find three of your argosies Are richly come to harbour suddenly. You shall not know by what strange accident I chanced on this letter.
ANTONIO. I am dumb.
BASSANIO. Were you the doctor, and I knew you not?
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.
ANTONIO. Sweet lady, you have given me life and living; For here I read for certain that my ships