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PORTIA. It is so. Are there balance here to weigh The flesh?
SHYLOCK. I have them ready.
PORTIA. Have by some surgeon, Shylock, on your charge, To stop his wounds, lest he do bleed to death.
SHYLOCK. Is it so nominated in the bond?
PORTIA. It is not so express ' d; but what of that? ' Twere good you do so much for charity.
SHYLOCK. I cannot find it; ' tis not in the bond.
PORTIA. You, merchant, have you anything to say?
ANTONIO. But little: I am arm ' d and well prepar ' d. Give me your hand, Bassanio: fare you well.! Grieve not that I am fallen to this for you, For herein Fortune shows herself more kind Than is her custom: it is still her use To let the wretched man outlive his wealth, To view with hollow eye and wrinkled brow An age of poverty; from which lingering penance Of such misery doth she cut me off. Commend me to your honourable wife: Tell her the process of Antonio ' s end;