Cot The Storm painting

Cot The Storm painting
Cot Springtime painting
Were you the clerk that is to make me cuckold?
NERISSA
Ay, but the clerk that never means to do it,Unless he live until he be a man.
BASSANIO
Sweet doctor, you shall be my bed-fellow:When I am absent, then lie with my wife.
ANTONIO
Sweet lady, you have given me life and living;For here I read for certain that my shipsAre safely come to road.
PORTIA
How now, Lorenzo!My clerk hath some good comforts too for you.
NERISSA
Ay, and I'll give them him without a fee.There do I give to you and Jessica,From the rich Jew, a special deed of gift,After his death, of all he dies possess'd of.
LORENZO
Fair ladies, you drop manna in the wayOf starved people.
PORTIA
It is almost morning,And yet I am sure you are not satisfiedOf these events at full. Let us go in;And charge us there upon inter'gatories,And we will answer all things faithfully.
GRATIANO
Let it be so: the first inter'gatoryThat my Nerissa shall be sworn on is,Whether till the next night she had rather stay,Or go to bed now, being two hours to day: