Reads. Sweet Bassanio , my ships have all miscarried, my creditors grow cruel, my estate is very low, my bond to the Jew is forfeit; and since in paying it, it is impossible I should live, all debts are cleared between you and I, if I might but see you at my death. Notwithstanding, use your pleasure: if your love do not persuade you to come, let not my letter.

Since I have your good leave to go away, I will make haste: but, till I come again, No bed shall e’er be guilty of my stay, No rest be interposer ’twixt us twain. Exeunt.