Act V

Well, do you so; let not me take him, then;

For if I do, I’ll mar the young clerk’s pen.

I am the unhappy subject of these quarrels.

Sir, grieve not you; you are welcome notwithstanding.

Portia, forgive me this enforced wrong;

And, in the hearing of these many friends,

I swear to thee, even by thine own fair eyes,

Wherein I see myself⁠—

Mark you but that!

In both my eyes he doubly sees himself;

In each eye, one: swear by your double self,