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Take what wife you will to bed, I will ever be your head: So be gone; you are sped.'
Still more fool I shall appear By the time I linger here; With one fool ' s head I came to woo, But I go away with two. Sweet, adieu! I ' ll keep my oath, Patiently to bear my wroth.
[ Exit ARAGON with his train.]
PORTIA. Thus hath the candle sing ' d the moth. O, these deliberate fools! When they do choose, They have the wisdom by their wit to lose.
NERISSA. The ancient saying is no heresy: ' Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.'
PORTIA. Come, draw the curtain, Nerissa.
[ Enter a SERVANT.]
SERVANT. Where is my lady?
PORTIA. Here; what would my lord?
SERVANT. Madam, there is alighted at your gate A young Venetian, one that comes before