Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Por. To part so slightly with your wiues first gift,
Por. A thing stucke on with oathes vpon your finger,
Por. And so riueted with faith vnto your flesh.
Por. I gaue my Loue a Ring, and made him sweare
Por. Neuer to part with it, and heere he stands:
Por. I dare be sworne for him, he would not leaue it,
Por. Nor plucke it from his finger, for the wealth
Por. That the world masters. Now in faith Gratiano,
Por. You giue your wife too vnkinde a cause of greefe,
Por. And 'twere to me I should be mad at it.
Bass. Bass.
Bass. Why I were best to cut my left hand off,
Bass. And sweare I lost the Ring defending it.
Gra. Gra.
Gra. My Lord Bassanio gaue his Ring away
Gra. Vnto the Iudge that beg'd it, and indeede
Gra. Deseru'd it too: and then the Boy his Clearke
Gra. That tooke some paines in writing, he begg'd mine,
Gra. And neyther man nor master would take ought
Gra. But the two Rings.