Portia, adieu. I have too grieved a heart To take a tedious leave: thus losers part. Exit with his train. Flourish of cornets.
A gentle riddance. Draw the curtains, go. Let all of his complexion choose me so. Exeunt.
Venice. A street.
Why, man, I saw Bassanio under sail: With him is Gratiano gone along; And in their ship I am sure Lorenzo is not.
The villain Jew with outcries raised the duke, Who went with him to search Bassanio’s ship.
He came too late, the ship was under sail: But there the duke was given to understand That in a gondola were seen together Lorenzo and his amorous Jessica: Besides, Antonio certified the duke They were not with Bassanio in his ship.