1 Your husband is at hand, I hear his trumpet.
2 Do not draw back your hand; I'll take no more, And you in love shall not deny me this.
3 Lorenzo, I commit into your hands The husbandry and manage of my house Until my lord's return.
4 I know the hand, in faith 'tis a fair hand, And whiter than the paper it writ on Is the fair hand that writ.'
5 Come on, Nerissa, I have work in hand That you yet know not of; we'll see our husbands Before they think of us.
6 A day in April never came so sweet, To show how costly summer was at hand, As this fore-spurrer comes before his lord.
7 In such a night Stood Dido with a willow in her hand Upon the wild sea-banks, and waft her love To come again to Carthage.
8 This was a venture, sir, that Jacob serv'd for, A thing not in his power to bring to pass, But sway'd and fashion'd by the hand of heaven.
9 Yes, here I tender it for him in the court, Yea, twice the sum, if that will not suffice, I will be bound to pay it ten times o'er On forfeit of my hands, my head, my heart.
10 And even there, his eye being big with tears, Turning his face, he put his hand behind him, And with affection wondrous sensible He wrung Bassanio's hand, and so they parted.
11 Turn up on your right hand at the next turning, but at the next turning of all on your left; marry, at the very next turning, turn of no hand, but turn down indirectly to the Jew's house.
12 Now, by this hand, I gave it to a youth, A kind of boy, a little scrubbed boy, No higher than thyself, the judge's clerk, A prating boy that begg'd it as a fee, I could not for my heart deny it him.
13 Take this same letter, And use thou all th endeavour of a man In speed to Padua, see thou render this Into my cousin's hands, Doctor Bellario; And look what notes and garments he doth give thee, Bring them, I pray thee, with imagin'd speed Unto the traject, to the common ferry Which trades to Venice.