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There you shall find, that Portia was the doctor:
Than you expect: unseal this letter soon;
You shall not know by what strange accident
I am dumb.
Bass. Were you the doctor, and I knew you not? Gra. Were you the clerk, that is to make me
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.
After his death, of all he dies possess'd of.
It is almost morning,
And yet, I am sure, you are not satisfied
Gra. Let it be so: The first intergatory,
Act IV. Scene III.
Oli.- Kindness, nobler ever than revenge,
And nature, stronger than his just occasion,