With leave, Bassanio; I am half yourself,
And I must freely have the half of any thing
That this same paper brings you.
Bas
. O sweet Portia,
Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words
That ever blotted paper! Gentle lady,
When I did first impart my love to you,
I freely told you, all the wealth I had
Ran in my veins,—I was a gentleman: