Gratiano (cont.)
Upon a knife, “Love me, and leave me not.”
Nerissa
What talk you of the posy or the value?
You swore to me, when I did give it you,
That you would wear it till your hour of death
And that it should lie with you in your grave:
Though not for me, yet for your vehement oaths,
You should have been respective and have kept it.
Gave it a judge’s clerk! no, God’s my judge,
The clerk will ne’er wear hair on’s face that had it.
Gratiano
He will, an if he live to be a man.
Nerissa
Ay, if a woman live to be a man.