1 Sweet doctor, you shall be my bedfellow.
2 Enter Portia dressed like a doctor of laws.
3 Here 'tis, most reverend doctor, here it is.'
4 There you shall find that Portia was the doctor, Nerissa there, her clerk.
5 This letter from Bellario doth commend A young and learned doctor to our court.
6 I had it of him: pardon me, Bassanio, For by this ring, the doctor lay with me.
7 You hear the learn'd Bellario what he writes, And here, I take it, is the doctor come.
8 My lord, here stays without A messenger with letters from the doctor, New come from Padua.
9 But were the day come, I should wish it dark Till I were couching with the doctor's clerk.
10 And pardon me, my gentle Gratiano, For that same scrubbed boy, the doctor's clerk, In lieu of this, last night did lie with me.
11 Upon my power I may dismiss this court, Unless Bellario, a learned doctor, Whom I have sent for to determine this, Come here today.
12 Watch me like Argus, If you do not, if I be left alone, Now by mine honour which is yet mine own, I'll have that doctor for mine bedfellow.
13 Pardon me, good lady; For by these blessed candles of the night, Had you been there, I think you would have begg'd The ring of me to give the worthy doctor.
14 Let not that doctor e'er come near my house, Since he hath got the jewel that I loved, And that which you did swear to keep for me, I will become as liberal as you, I'll not deny him anything I have, No, not my body, nor my husband's bed.
15 No, by my honour, madam, by my soul, No woman had it, but a civil doctor, Which did refuse three thousand ducats of me, And begg'd the ring, the which I did deny him, And suffer'd him to go displeas'd away, Even he that had held up the very life Of my dear friend.