If you be well pleas’d with this,
And hold your fortune for your bliss,
Turn you where your lady is,
And claim her with a loving kiss.
A gentle scroll.[917] Fair lady, by your leave;
I come by note, to give and receive.
Yet as doubtful whether what I see be true,
Until confirm’d, sign’d, ratified by you.
Portia.—
You see me,[918] Lord Bassanio, where I stand,