His Christian name and meekly mutter’d vows.
Portia. Nay, Gratiano, question not the heart
Nor rudely draw aside the veil that speech
Hangs ever ’fore the spirit. Who may say
That e’en the best among us keeps a faith
Loyal to every smallest clause, or does
Not slip at whiles amid the thousand small
Requirements of the law. And yet, we do
Implore a gentle sentence on these sins
Of ours, a pardon that shall make us whole.