SCENE IV. Belmont. A room in PORTIA'S house. The Merchant of Venice  Shakespeare homepage  |  Merchant of Venice  | Act 3, Scene 4 

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 Enter PORTIA, NERISSA, LORENZO, JESSICA, and BALTHASAR  LORENZO  Madam, although I speak it in your presence, 

 You have a noble and a true conceit 

 Of godlike amity; which appears most strongly 

 In bearing thus the absence of your lord. 

 But if you  knew to whom you show this honour, 

 How true a gentleman you send relief, 

 How dear a lover of my lord your husband, 

 I know you would be prouder of the work 

 Than customary bounty can enforce you. 

 PORTIA  I never did repent for doing good, 

 Nor shall not now: for in companions 

 That do converse and waste the time together, 

 Whose souls do bear an equal yoke Of love, 

 There must be needs a like proportion 

 Of lineaments, of manners and of spirit; 

 Which makes me think that this Antonio, 

 Being the bosom lover of my lord, 

 Must needs be like my lord. If it be so, 

 How little is the cost I have bestow'd 

 In purchasing the semblance of my soul 

 From out the state of hellish misery! 

 This comes too near the praising of myself; 

 Therefore no more of it: hear other things. 

 Lorenzo, I commit into your hands 

 The husbandry and manage of my house 

 Until my lord's return: for mine own part, 

 I have toward heaven breathed a secret vow 

 To live in prayer and contemplation, 

 Only attended by Nerissa here, 

 Until her husband and my lord's return: 

 There is a monastery two miles off; 

 And there will we abide. I do desire you 

 Not to deny this imposition; 

 The which my love and some necessity 

 Now lays upon you. 

 LORENZO  Madam, with all my heart; 

 I shall obey you in all fair commands. 

 PORTIA  My people do already know my mind, 

 And will acknowledge you and Jessica 

 In place of Lord Bassanio and myself. 

 And so farewell, till we shall meet again. 

 LORENZO  Fair thoughts and happy hours attend on you! 

 JESSICA  I wish your ladyship all heart's content. 

 PORTIA  I thank you for your wish, and am well pleased 

 To wish it back on you: fare you well Jessica. 



 Exeunt JESSICA and LORENZO  Now, Balthasar, 

 As I have ever found thee honest-true, 

 So let me find thee still. Take this same letter, 

 And use thou all the endeavour of a man 

 In speed to Padua: see thou render this 

 Into my cousin's hand, Doctor Bellario; 

 And, look, what notes and garments he doth give thee, 

 Bring them, I pray thee, with imagined speed 

 Unto the tranect, to the common ferry 

 Which trades to Venice. Waste no time in words, 

 But get thee gone: I shall be there before thee. 

 BALTHASAR  Madam, I go with all convenient speed. 



 Exit  PORTIA  Come on, Nerissa; I have work in hand 

 That you yet know not of: we'll see our husbands 

 Before they think of us. 

 NERISSA  Shall they see us? 

 PORTIA  They shall, Nerissa; but in such a habit, 

 That they shall think we are accomplished 

 With that we lack. I'll hold thee any wager, 

 When we are both accoutred like young men, 

 I'll prove the prettier fellow of the two, 

 And wear my dagger with the braver grace, 

 And speak between the change of man and boy 

 With a reed voice, and turn two mincing steps 

 Into a manly stride, and speak of frays 

 Like a fine bragging youth, and tell quaint lies, 

 How honourable ladies sought my love, 

 Which I denying, they fell sick and died; 

 I could not do withal; then I'll repent, 

 And wish for all that, that I had not killed them; 

 And twenty of these puny lies I'll tell, 

 That men shall swear I have discontinued school 

 Above a twelvemonth. I have within my mind 

 A thousand raw tricks of these bragging Jacks, 

 Which I will practise. 

 NERISSA  Why, shall we turn to men? 

 PORTIA  Fie, what a question's that, 

 If thou wert near a lewd interpreter! 

 But come, I'll tell thee all my whole device 

 When I am in my coach, which stays for us 

 At the park gate; and therefore haste away, 

 For we must measure twenty miles to-day. 



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