1 Enter Nerissa dressed like a lawyer's clerk.
2 Let not me take him then, For if I do, I'll mar the young clerk's pen.
3 There you shall find that Portia was the doctor, Nerissa there, her clerk.
4 Ay, but the clerk that never means to do it, Unless he live until he be a man.
5 But were the day come, I should wish it dark Till I were couching with the doctor's clerk.
6 And pardon me, my gentle Gratiano, For that same scrubbed boy, the doctor's clerk, In lieu of this, last night did lie with me.
7 And then the boy, his clerk, That took some pains in writing, he begg'd mine, And neither man nor master would take aught But the two rings.
8 Now, by this hand, I gave it to a youth, A kind of boy, a little scrubbed boy, No higher than thyself, the judge's clerk, A prating boy that begg'd it as a fee, I could not for my heart deny it him.