Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Por. No note at all of our being absent hence,
Por. Nor you Lorenzo, Iessica nor you.
Por. A Tucket sounds.
Lor. Lor.
Lor. Your husband is at hand, I heare his Trumpet,
Lor. We are no tell‑tales Madam, feare you not.
Por. Por.
Por. This night me thinkes is but the daylight sicke,
Por. It lookes a little paler, 'tis a day,
Por. Such as the day is, when the Sun is hid.
Por. Enter Bassanio, Anthonio, Gratiano, and their
Por. Followers.
Bas. Bas.
Bas. We should hold day with the Antipodes,
Bas. If you would walke in absence of the sunne.
Por. Let me giue light, but let me not be light,
Por. For a light wife doth make a heauie husband,
Por. And neuer be Bassanio so for me,
Por. But God sort all: you are welcome home my Lord.