You press me far, and therefore I will yield. To Antonio . Give me your gloves, I’ll wear them for your sake; To Bassanio . And, for your love, I’ll take this ring from you: Do not draw back your hand; I’ll take no more; And you in love shall not deny me this.

This ring, good sir, alas, it is a trifle! I will not shame myself to give you this.

I will have nothing else but only this; And now methinks I have a mind to it.

There’s more depends on this than on the value. The dearest ring in Venice will I give you, And find it out by proclamation: Only for this, I pray you, pardon me.