260 Ner. And pardon me, my gentle Gratiano;
For that same scrubbed boy, the doctor’s clerk,
[262] In lieu of this last night did lie with me.
Gra. Why, this is like the mending of highways
[264] In summer, where the ways are fair enough:
265 What, are we cuckolds ere we have deserved it?
Por. Speak not so grossly. You are all amazed:
Here is a letter; read it at your leisure;
It comes from Padua, from Bellario:
There you shall find that Portia was the doctor,