There you shall find, that Portia was the doctor: Than you expect: unseal this letter soon; You shall not know by what strange accident Ant. I am dumb. Bass. Were you the doctor, and I knew you not? Gra. Were you the clerk, that is to make me cuckold? Ner. Ay; but the clerk, that never means to do it, Unless he live until he be a man. Bass. Sweet doctor, you shall be my bedfellow; When I am absent, then lie with my wife. Ant. Sweet lady, you have given me life, and living; For here I read for certain, that my ships Are safely come to road. Por. After his death, of all he dies possess'd of. Por. It is almost morning, And yet, I am sure, you are not satisfied Gra. Let it be so: The first intergatory, [Exeunt. |