Portia (cont.)
That the world masters. Now, in faith, Gratiano,
You give your wife too unkind a cause of grief:
An ’twere to me, I should be mad at it.
Bassanio
Why, I were best to cut my left hand off
And swear I lost the ring defending it.
Aside.
Gratiano
My Lord Bassanio gave his ring away
Unto the judge that begg’d it and indeed
Deserved it too; and then the boy, his clerk,
That took some pains in writing, he begg’d mine;
And neither man nor master would take aught
But the two rings.
Portia
Not that, I hope, which you received of me.