Portia, sweet Portia.
How it is that thou look free,
yet art bound in captivity.
Not by chains, or ropes, or knives,
but by the will of thy father, who dies.

How wealthy thou art in Belmont,
and it is that same wealth that makes none nonchalant.

Thou art bound because of thy father,
but shall be made free by thy lover.
And that true lover who's name is Bassanio.
And thou did save the life of his friend, Antonio.
Not from a...