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Venice. A street.
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[Enter SALANIO and SALARINO]
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Salanio.
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Now, what news on the Rialto?
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Salarino.
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Why, yet it lives there uncheck'd that Antonio hath
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a ship of rich lading wrecked on the narrow seas;
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the Goodwins, I think they call the place; a very
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dangerous flat and fatal, where the carcasses of many
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a tall ship lie buried, as they say, if my gossip
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Report be an honest woman of her word.
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Salanio.
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I would she were as lying a gossip in that as ever
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knapped ginger or made her neighbours believe she
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wept for the death of a third husband. But it is
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true, without any slips of prolixity or crossing the
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plain highway of talk, that the good Antonio, the
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honest Antonio,—O that I had a title good enough
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to keep his name company!—
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Salarino.
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Come, the full stop.
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Salanio.
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Ha! what sayest thou? Why, the end is, he hath
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lost a ship.
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Salarino.
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I would it might prove the end of his losses.
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Salanio.
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Let me say 'amen' betimes, lest the devil cross my
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prayer, for here he comes in the likeness of a Jew.
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[Enter SHYLOCK]
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How now, Shylock! what news among the merchants?
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Shylock.
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You know, none so well, none so well as you, of my
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daughter's flight.
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Salarino.
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That's certain: I, for my part, knew the tailor
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that made the wings she flew withal.
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Salanio.
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And Shylock, for his own part, knew the bird was
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fledged; and then it is the complexion of them all
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to leave the dam.
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Shylock.
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She is damned for it.
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Salanio.
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That's certain, if the devil may be her judge.
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Shylock.
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My own flesh and blood to rebel!
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Salanio.
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Out upon it, old carrion! rebels it at these years?
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Shylock.
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I say, my daughter is my flesh and blood.
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Salarino.
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There is more difference between thy flesh and hers
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than between jet and ivory; more between your bloods
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than there is between red wine and rhenish. But
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tell us, do you hear whether Antonio have had any
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loss at sea or no?
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Shylock.
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There I have another bad match: a bankrupt, a
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prodigal, who dare scarce show his head on the
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Rialto; a beggar, that was used to come so smug upon
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the mart; let him look to his bond: he was wont to
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call me usurer; let him look to his bond: he was
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wont to lend money for a Christian courtesy; let him
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look to his bond.
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Salarino.
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Why, I am sure, if he forfeit, thou wilt not take
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his flesh: what's that good for?
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Shylock.
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To bait fish withal: if it will feed nothing else,
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it will feed my revenge. He hath disgraced me, and
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hindered me half a million; laughed at my losses,
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mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my
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bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine
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enemies; and what's his reason? I am a Jew. Hath
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not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs,
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dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with
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the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject
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to the same diseases, healed by the same means,
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warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as
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a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed?
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if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison
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us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not
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revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will
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resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian,
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what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian
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wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by
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Christian example? Why, revenge. The villany you
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teach me, I will execute, and it shall go hard but I
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will better the instruction.
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[Enter a Servant]
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Servant.
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Gentlemen, my master Antonio is at his house and
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desires to speak with you both.
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Salarino.
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We have been up and down to seek him.
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[Enter TUBAL]
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Salanio.
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Here comes another of the tribe: a third cannot be
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matched, unless the devil himself turn Jew.
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[Exeunt SALANIO, SALARINO, and Servant]
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Shylock.
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How now, Tubal! what news from Genoa? hast thou
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found my daughter?
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Tubal.
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I often came where I did hear of her, but cannot find her.
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Shylock.
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Why, there, there, there, there! a diamond gone,
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cost me two thousand ducats in Frankfort! The curse
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never fell upon our nation till now; I never felt it
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till now: two thousand ducats in that; and other
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precious, precious jewels. I would my daughter
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were dead at my foot, and the jewels in her ear!
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would she were hearsed at my foot, and the ducats in
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her coffin! No news of them? Why, so: and I know
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not what's spent in the search: why, thou loss upon
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loss! the thief gone with so much, and so much to
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find the thief; and no satisfaction, no revenge:
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nor no in luck stirring but what lights on my
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shoulders; no sighs but of my breathing; no tears
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but of my shedding.
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Tubal.
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Yes, other men have ill luck too: Antonio, as I
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heard in Genoa,—
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Shylock.
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What, what, what? ill luck, ill luck?
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Tubal.
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Hath an argosy cast away, coming from Tripolis.
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Shylock.
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I thank God, I thank God. Is't true, is't true?
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Tubal.
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I spoke with some of the sailors that escaped the wreck.
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Shylock.
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I thank thee, good Tubal: good news, good news!
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ha, ha! where? in Genoa?
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Tubal.
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Your daughter spent in Genoa, as I heard, in one
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night fourscore ducats.
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Shylock.
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Thou stickest a dagger in me: I shall never see my
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gold again: fourscore ducats at a sitting!
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fourscore ducats!
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Tubal.
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There came divers of Antonio's creditors in my
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company to Venice, that swear he cannot choose but break.
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Shylock.
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I am very glad of it: I'll plague him; I'll torture
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him: I am glad of it.
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Tubal.
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One of them showed me a ring that he had of your
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daughter for a monkey.
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Shylock.
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Out upon her! Thou torturest me, Tubal: it was my
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turquoise; I had it of Leah when I was a bachelor:
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I would not have given it for a wilderness of monkeys.
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Tubal.
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But Antonio is certainly undone.
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Shylock.
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Nay, that's true, that's very true. Go, Tubal, fee
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me an officer; bespeak him a fortnight before. I
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will have the heart of him, if he forfeit; for, were
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he out of Venice, I can make what merchandise I
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will. Go, go, Tubal, and meet me at our synagogue;
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go, good Tubal; at our synagogue, Tubal.
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[Exeunt]
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2. Act III, Scene 2
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Belmont. A room in PORTIA’S house.
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[Enter BASSANIO, PORTIA, GRATIANO, NERISSA, and Attendants]
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Portia.
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I pray you, tarry: pause a day or two
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Before you hazard; for, in choosing wrong,
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I lose your company: therefore forbear awhile.
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There's something tells me, but it is not love,
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I would not lose you; and you know yourself,
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Hate counsels not in such a quality.
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But lest you should not understand me well,—
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And yet a maiden hath no tongue but thought,—
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I would detain you here some month or two
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Before you venture for me. I could teach you
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How to choose right, but I am then forsworn;
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So will I never be: so may you miss me;
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But if you do, you'll make me wish a sin,
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That I had been forsworn. Beshrew your eyes,
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They have o'erlook'd me and divided me;
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One half of me is yours, the other half yours,
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Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours,
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And so all yours. O, these naughty times
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Put bars between the owners and their rights!
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And so, though yours, not yours. Prove it so,
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Let fortune go to hell for it, not I.
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I speak too long; but 'tis to peize the time,
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To eke it and to draw it out in length,
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To stay you from election.
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Bassanio.
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Let me choose
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For as I am, I live upon the rack.
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Portia.
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Upon the rack, Bassanio! then confess
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What treason there is mingled with your love.
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Bassanio.
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None but that ugly treason of mistrust,
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Which makes me fear the enjoying of my love:
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There may as well be amity and life
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'Tween snow and fire, as treason and my love.
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Portia.
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Ay, but I fear you speak upon the rack,
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Where men enforced do speak anything.
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Bassanio.
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Promise me life, and I'll confess the truth.
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Portia.
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Well then, confess and live.
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Bassanio.
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'Confess' and 'love'
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Had been the very sum of my confession:
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O happy torment, when my torturer
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Doth teach me answers for deliverance!
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But let me to my fortune and the caskets.
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Portia.
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Away, then! I am lock'd in one of them:
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If you do love me, you will find me out.
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Nerissa and the rest, stand all aloof.
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Let music sound while he doth make his choice;
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Then, if he lose, he makes a swan-like end,
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Fading in music: that the comparison
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May stand more proper, my eye shall be the stream
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And watery death-bed for him. He may win;
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And what is music then? Then music is
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Even as the flourish when true subjects bow
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To a new-crowned monarch: such it is
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As are those dulcet sounds in break of day
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That creep into the dreaming bridegroom's ear,
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And summon him to marriage. Now he goes,
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With no less presence, but with much more love,
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Than young Alcides, when he did redeem
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The virgin tribute paid by howling Troy
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To the sea-monster: I stand for sacrifice
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The rest aloof are the Dardanian wives,
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With bleared visages, come forth to view
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The issue of the exploit. Go, Hercules!
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Live thou, I live: with much, much more dismay
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I view the fight than thou that makest the fray.
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[Music, whilst BASSANIO comments on the caskets to himself]
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SONG.
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Tell me where is fancy bred,
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Or in the heart, or in the head?
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How begot, how nourished?
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Reply, reply.
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It is engender'd in the eyes,
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With gazing fed; and fancy dies
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In the cradle where it lies.
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Let us all ring fancy's knell
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I'll begin it,—Ding, dong, bell.
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All.
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Ding, dong, bell.
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Bassanio.
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So may the outward shows be least themselves:
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The world is still deceived with ornament.
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In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt,
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But, being seasoned with a gracious voice,
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Obscures the show of evil? In religion,
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What damned error, but some sober brow
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Will bless it and approve it with a text,
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Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?
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There is no vice so simple but assumes
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Some mark of virtue on his outward parts:
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How many cowards, whose hearts are all as false
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As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins
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The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars;
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Who, inward search'd, have livers white as milk;
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And these assume but valour's excrement
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To render them redoubted! Look on beauty,
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And you shall see 'tis purchased by the weight;
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Which therein works a miracle in nature,
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Upon supposed fairness, often known
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To be the dowry of a second head,
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The skull that bred them in the sepulchre.
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Thus ornament is but the guiled shore
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To a most dangerous sea; the beauteous scarf
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Veiling an Indian beauty; in a word,
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The seeming truth which cunning times put on
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To entrap the wisest. Therefore, thou gaudy gold,
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Hard food for Midas, I will none of thee;
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Nor none of thee, thou pale and common drudge
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'Tween man and man: but thou, thou meagre lead,
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Which rather threatenest than dost promise aught,
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Thy paleness moves me more than eloquence;
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[Aside]How all the other passions fleet to air,
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As doubtful thoughts, and rash-embraced despair,
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And shuddering fear, and green-eyed jealousy! O love,
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Be moderate; allay thy ecstasy,
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In measure rein thy joy; scant this excess.
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I feel too much thy blessing: make it less,
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For fear I surfeit.
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What find I here?
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[Opening the leaden casket]
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Fair Portia's counterfeit! What demi-god
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Hath come so near creation? Move these eyes?
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Or whether, riding on the balls of mine,
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Seem they in motion? Here are sever'd lips,
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Parted with sugar breath: so sweet a bar
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Should sunder such sweet friends. Here in her hairs
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The painter plays the spider and hath woven
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A golden mesh to entrap the hearts of men,
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Faster than gnats in cobwebs; but her eyes,—
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How could he see to do them? having made one,
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Methinks it should have power to steal both his
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And leave itself unfurnish'd. Yet look, how far
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The substance of my praise doth wrong this shadow
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In underprizing it, so far this shadow
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Doth limp behind the substance. Here's the scroll,
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The continent and summary of my fortune.
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You that choose not by the view,
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Chance as fair and choose as true!
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Since this fortune falls to you,
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Be content and seek no new,
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If you be well pleased with this
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And hold your fortune for your bliss,
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Turn you where your lady is
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And claim her with a loving kiss.
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A gentle scroll. Fair lady, by your leave;
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I come by note, to give and to receive.
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That thinks he hath done well in people's eyes,
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Hearing applause and universal shout,
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Giddy in spirit, still gazing in a doubt
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Whether these pearls of praise be his or no;
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So, thrice fair lady, stand I, even so;
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As doubtful whether what I see be true,
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Until confirm'd, sign'd, ratified by you.
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Portia.
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You see me, Lord Bassanio, where I stand,
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Such as I am: though for myself alone
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I would not be ambitious in my wish,
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To wish myself much better; yet, for you
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I would be trebled twenty times myself;
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A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times more rich;
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That only to stand high in your account,
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I might in virtue, beauties, livings, friends,
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Exceed account; but the full sum of me
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Is sum of something, which, to term in gross,
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Is an unlesson'd girl, unschool'd, unpractised;
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Happy in this, she is not yet so old
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But she may learn; happier than this,
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She is not bred so dull but she can learn;
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Happiest of all is that her gentle spirit
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Commits itself to yours to be directed,
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As from her lord, her governor, her king.
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Myself and what is mine to you and yours
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Is now converted: but now I was the lord
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Of this fair mansion, master of my servants,
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Queen o'er myself: and even now, but now,
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This house, these servants and this same myself
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Are yours, my lord: I give them with this ring;
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Which when you part from, lose, or give away,
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Let it presage the ruin of your love
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And be my vantage to exclaim on you.
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Bassanio.
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Madam, you have bereft me of all words,
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Only my blood speaks to you in my veins;
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And there is such confusion in my powers,
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As after some oration fairly spoke
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By a beloved prince, there doth appear
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Among the buzzing pleased multitude;
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Where every something, being blent together,
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Turns to a wild of nothing, save of joy,
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Express'd and not express'd. But when this ring
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Parts from this finger, then parts life from hence:
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O, then be bold to say Bassanio's dead!
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Nerissa.
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My lord and lady, it is now our time,
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That have stood by and seen our wishes prosper,
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To cry, good joy: good joy, my lord and lady!
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Gratiano.
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My lord Bassanio and my gentle lady,
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I wish you all the joy that you can wish;
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For I am sure you can wish none from me:
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And when your honours mean to solemnize
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The bargain of your faith, I do beseech you,
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Even at that time I may be married too.
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Bassanio.
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With all my heart, so thou canst get a wife.
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Gratiano.
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I thank your lordship, you have got me one.
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My eyes, my lord, can look as swift as yours:
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You saw the mistress, I beheld the maid;
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You loved, I loved for intermission.
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No more pertains to me, my lord, than you.
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Your fortune stood upon the casket there,
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And so did mine too, as the matter falls;
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For wooing here until I sweat again,
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And sweating until my very roof was dry
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With oaths of love, at last, if promise last,
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I got a promise of this fair one here
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To have her love, provided that your fortune
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Achieved her mistress.
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Portia.
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Is this true, Nerissa?
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Nerissa.
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Madam, it is, so you stand pleased withal.
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Bassanio.
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And do you, Gratiano, mean good faith?
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Gratiano.
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Yes, faith, my lord.
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Bassanio.
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Our feast shall be much honour'd in your marriage.
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Gratiano.
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We'll play with them the first boy for a thousand ducats.
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Nerissa.
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What, and stake down?
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Gratiano.
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No; we shall ne'er win at that sport, and stake down.
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But who comes here? Lorenzo and his infidel? What,
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and my old Venetian friend Salerio?
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[Enter LORENZO, JESSICA, and SALERIO, a Messenger]
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from Venice]
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Bassanio.
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Lorenzo and Salerio, welcome hither;
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If that the youth of my new interest here
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Have power to bid you welcome. By your leave,
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I bid my very friends and countrymen,
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Sweet Portia, welcome.
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Portia.
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So do I, my lord:
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They are entirely welcome.
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Lorenzo.
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I thank your honour. For my part, my lord,
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My purpose was not to have seen you here;
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But meeting with Salerio by the way,
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He did entreat me, past all saying nay,
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To come with him along.
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Salerio.
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I did, my lord;
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And I have reason for it. Signior Antonio
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Commends him to you.
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[Gives Bassanio a letter]
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Bassanio.
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Ere I ope his letter,
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I pray you, tell me how my good friend doth.
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Salerio.
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Not sick, my lord, unless it be in mind;
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Nor well, unless in mind: his letter there
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Will show you his estate.
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Gratiano.
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Nerissa, cheer yon stranger; bid her welcome.
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Your hand, Salerio: what's the news from Venice?
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How doth that royal merchant, good Antonio?
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I know he will be glad of our success;
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We are the Jasons, we have won the fleece.
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Salerio.
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I would you had won the fleece that he hath lost.
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Portia.
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There are some shrewd contents in yon same paper,
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That steals the colour from Bassanio's cheek:
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Some dear friend dead; else nothing in the world
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Could turn so much the constitution
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Of any constant man. What, worse and worse!
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With leave, Bassanio: I am half yourself,
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And I must freely have the half of anything
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That this same paper brings you.
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Bassanio.
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O sweet Portia,
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Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words
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That ever blotted paper! Gentle lady,
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When I did first impart my love to you,
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I freely told you, all the wealth I had
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Ran in my veins, I was a gentleman;
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And then I told you true: and yet, dear lady,
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Rating myself at nothing, you shall see
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How much I was a braggart. When I told you
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My state was nothing, I should then have told you
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That I was worse than nothing; for, indeed,
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I have engaged myself to a dear friend,
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Engaged my friend to his mere enemy,
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To feed my means. Here is a letter, lady;
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The paper as the body of my friend,
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And every word in it a gaping wound,
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Issuing life-blood. But is it true, Salerio?
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Have all his ventures fail'd? What, not one hit?
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From Tripolis, from Mexico and England,
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From Lisbon, Barbary and India?
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And not one vessel 'scape the dreadful touch
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Of merchant-marring rocks?
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Salerio.
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Not one, my lord.
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Besides, it should appear, that if he had
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The present money to discharge the Jew,
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He would not take it. Never did I know
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A creature, that did bear the shape of man,
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So keen and greedy to confound a man:
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He plies the duke at morning and at night,
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And doth impeach the freedom of the state,
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If they deny him justice: twenty merchants,
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The duke himself, and the magnificoes
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Of greatest port, have all persuaded with him;
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But none can drive him from the envious plea
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Of forfeiture, of justice and his bond.
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Jessica.
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When I was with him I have heard him swear
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To Tubal and to Chus, his countrymen,
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That he would rather have Antonio's flesh
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341
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Than twenty times the value of the sum
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That he did owe him: and I know, my lord,
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If law, authority and power deny not,
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It will go hard with poor Antonio.
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Portia.
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Is it your dear friend that is thus in trouble?
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Bassanio.
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348
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The dearest friend to me, the kindest man,
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The best-condition'd and unwearied spirit
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In doing courtesies, and one in whom
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The ancient Roman honour more appears
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Than any that draws breath in Italy.
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Portia.
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What sum owes he the Jew?
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Bassanio.
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For me three thousand ducats.
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Portia.
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358
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What, no more?
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Pay him six thousand, and deface the bond;
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Double six thousand, and then treble that,
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Before a friend of this description
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Shall lose a hair through Bassanio's fault.
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First go with me to church and call me wife,
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And then away to Venice to your friend;
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365
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For never shall you lie by Portia's side
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With an unquiet soul. You shall have gold
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To pay the petty debt twenty times over:
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When it is paid, bring your true friend along.
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My maid Nerissa and myself meantime
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Will live as maids and widows. Come, away!
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For you shall hence upon your wedding-day:
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Bid your friends welcome, show a merry cheer:
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Since you are dear bought, I will love you dear.
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But let me hear the letter of your friend.
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Bassanio.
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[Reads]Sweet Bassanio, my ships have all
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miscarried, my creditors grow cruel, my estate is
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378
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very low, my bond to the Jew is forfeit; and since
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in paying it, it is impossible I should live, all
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debts are cleared between you and I, if I might but
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381
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see you at my death. Notwithstanding, use your
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pleasure: if your love do not persuade you to come,
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let not my letter.
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Portia.
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O love, dispatch all business, and be gone!
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Bassanio.
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387
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Since I have your good leave to go away,
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388
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I will make haste: but, till I come again,
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389
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No bed shall e'er be guilty of my stay,
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390
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No rest be interposer 'twixt us twain.
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3. Act III, Scene 3
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0
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Venice. A street.
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1
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[Enter SHYLOCK, SALARINO, ANTONIO, and Gaoler]
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2
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Shylock.
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3
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Gaoler, look to him: tell not me of mercy;
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This is the fool that lent out money gratis:
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5
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Gaoler, look to him.
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6
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Antonio.
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7
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Hear me yet, good Shylock.
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8
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Shylock.
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9
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I'll have my bond; speak not against my bond:
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10
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I have sworn an oath that I will have my bond.
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11
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Thou call'dst me dog before thou hadst a cause;
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12
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But, since I am a dog, beware my fangs:
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13
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The duke shall grant me justice. I do wonder,
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14
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Thou naughty gaoler, that thou art so fond
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To come abroad with him at his request.
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Antonio.
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I pray thee, hear me speak.
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Shylock.
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I'll have my bond; I will not hear thee speak:
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I'll have my bond; and therefore speak no more.
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I'll not be made a soft and dull-eyed fool,
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To shake the head, relent, and sigh, and yield
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To Christian intercessors. Follow not;
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I'll have no speaking: I will have my bond.
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[Exit]
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Salarino.
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It is the most impenetrable cur
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That ever kept with men.
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Antonio.
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Let him alone:
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I'll follow him no more with bootless prayers.
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He seeks my life; his reason well I know:
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I oft deliver'd from his forfeitures
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Many that have at times made moan to me;
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Therefore he hates me.
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Salarino.
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37
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I am sure the duke
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Will never grant this forfeiture to hold.
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Antonio.
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The duke cannot deny the course of law:
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For the commodity that strangers have
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With us in Venice, if it be denied,
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Will much impeach the justice of his state;
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Since that the trade and profit of the city
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Consisteth of all nations. Therefore, go:
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These griefs and losses have so bated me,
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That I shall hardly spare a pound of flesh
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To-morrow to my bloody creditor.
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Well, gaoler, on. Pray God, Bassanio come
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To see me pay his debt, and then I care not!
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[Exeunt]
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4. Act III, Scene 4
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0
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Belmont. A room in PORTIA’S house.
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1
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[Enter PORTIA, NERISSA, LORENZO, JESSICA, and BALTHASAR]
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2
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Lorenzo.
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3
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Madam, although I speak it in your presence,
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4
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You have a noble and a true conceit
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5
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Of godlike amity; which appears most strongly
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6
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In bearing thus the absence of your lord.
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7
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But if you knew to whom you show this honour,
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8
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How true a gentleman you send relief,
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9
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How dear a lover of my lord your husband,
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10
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I know you would be prouder of the work
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11
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Than customary bounty can enforce you.
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12
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Portia.
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13
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I never did repent for doing good,
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14
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Nor shall not now: for in companions
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That do converse and waste the time together,
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Whose souls do bear an equal yoke Of love,
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There must be needs a like proportion
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Of lineaments, of manners and of spirit;
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Which makes me think that this Antonio,
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Being the bosom lover of my lord,
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Must needs be like my lord. If it be so,
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How little is the cost I have bestow'd
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23
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In purchasing the semblance of my soul
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From out the state of hellish misery!
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This comes too near the praising of myself;
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Therefore no more of it: hear other things.
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Lorenzo, I commit into your hands
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The husbandry and manage of my house
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Until my lord's return: for mine own part,
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I have toward heaven breathed a secret vow
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To live in prayer and contemplation,
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Only attended by Nerissa here,
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Until her husband and my lord's return:
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There is a monastery two miles off;
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And there will we abide. I do desire you
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Not to deny this imposition;
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The which my love and some necessity
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Now lays upon you.
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Lorenzo.
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40
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Madam, with all my heart;
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I shall obey you in all fair commands.
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Portia.
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43
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My people do already know my mind,
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And will acknowledge you and Jessica
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In place of Lord Bassanio and myself.
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And so farewell, till we shall meet again.
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Lorenzo.
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48
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Fair thoughts and happy hours attend on you!
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49
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Jessica.
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50
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I wish your ladyship all heart's content.
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51
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Portia.
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52
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I thank you for your wish, and am well pleased
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53
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To wish it back on you: fare you well Jessica.
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[Exeunt JESSICA and LORENZO]
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55
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Now, Balthasar,
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56
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As I have ever found thee honest-true,
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57
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So let me find thee still. Take this same letter,
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58
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And use thou all the endeavour of a man
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59
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In speed to Padua: see thou render this
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60
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Into my cousin's hand, Doctor Bellario;
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61
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And, look, what notes and garments he doth give thee,
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62
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Bring them, I pray thee, with imagined speed
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63
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Unto the tranect, to the common ferry
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64
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Which trades to Venice. Waste no time in words,
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65
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But get thee gone: I shall be there before thee.
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66
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Balthasar.
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67
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Madam, I go with all convenient speed.
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68
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[Exit]
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69
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Portia.
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70
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Come on, Nerissa; I have work in hand
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71
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That you yet know not of: we'll see our husbands
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72
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Before they think of us.
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73
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Nerissa.
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74
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Shall they see us?
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75
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Portia.
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76
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They shall, Nerissa; but in such a habit,
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77
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That they shall think we are accomplished
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78
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With that we lack. I'll hold thee any wager,
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79
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When we are both accoutred like young men,
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80
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I'll prove the prettier fellow of the two,
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81
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And wear my dagger with the braver grace,
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82
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And speak between the change of man and boy
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83
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With a reed voice, and turn two mincing steps
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84
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Into a manly stride, and speak of frays
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85
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Like a fine bragging youth, and tell quaint lies,
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86
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How honourable ladies sought my love,
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87
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Which I denying, they fell sick and died;
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88
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I could not do withal; then I'll repent,
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89
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And wish for all that, that I had not killed them;
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90
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And twenty of these puny lies I'll tell,
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91
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That men shall swear I have discontinued school
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92
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Above a twelvemonth. I have within my mind
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93
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A thousand raw tricks of these bragging Jacks,
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94
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Which I will practise.
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95
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Nerissa.
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96
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Why, shall we turn to men?
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97
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Portia.
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98
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Fie, what a question's that,
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99
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If thou wert near a lewd interpreter!
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100
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But come, I'll tell thee all my whole device
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101
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When I am in my coach, which stays for us
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102
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At the park gate; and therefore haste away,
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103
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For we must measure twenty miles to-day.
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[Exeunt]
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5. Act III, Scene 5
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0
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The same. A garden.
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1
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[Enter LAUNCELOT and JESSICA]
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2
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Launcelot Gobbo.
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3
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Yes, truly; for, look you, the sins of the father
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4
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are to be laid upon the children: therefore, I
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5
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promise ye, I fear you. I was always plain with
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6
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you, and so now I speak my agitation of the matter:
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7
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therefore be of good cheer, for truly I think you
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8
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are damned. There is but one hope in it that can do
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9
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you any good; and that is but a kind of bastard
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10
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hope neither.
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11
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Jessica.
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12
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And what hope is that, I pray thee?
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13
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Launcelot Gobbo.
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14
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Marry, you may partly hope that your father got you
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15
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not, that you are not the Jew's daughter.
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16
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Jessica.
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17
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That were a kind of bastard hope, indeed: so the
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18
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sins of my mother should be visited upon me.
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19
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Launcelot Gobbo.
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20
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Truly then I fear you are damned both by father and
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21
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mother: thus when I shun Scylla, your father, I
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22
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fall into Charybdis, your mother: well, you are
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23
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gone both ways.
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24
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Jessica.
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25
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I shall be saved by my husband; he hath made me a
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26
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Christian.
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27
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Launcelot Gobbo.
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28
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Truly, the more to blame he: we were Christians
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29
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enow before; e'en as many as could well live, one by
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30
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another. This making Christians will raise the
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31
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price of hogs: if we grow all to be pork-eaters, we
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32
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shall not shortly have a rasher on the coals for money.
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33
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[Enter LORENZO]
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34
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Jessica.
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35
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I'll tell my husband, Launcelot, what you say: here he comes.
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36
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Lorenzo.
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37
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I shall grow jealous of you shortly, Launcelot, if
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38
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you thus get my wife into corners.
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39
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Jessica.
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40
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Nay, you need not fear us, Lorenzo: Launcelot and I
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41
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are out. He tells me flatly, there is no mercy for
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42
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me in heaven, because I am a Jew's daughter: and he
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43
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says, you are no good member of the commonwealth,
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44
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for in converting Jews to Christians, you raise the
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45
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price of pork.
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46
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Lorenzo.
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47
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I shall answer that better to the commonwealth than
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48
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you can the getting up of the negro's belly: the
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49
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Moor is with child by you, Launcelot.
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50
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Launcelot Gobbo.
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51
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It is much that the Moor should be more than reason:
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52
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but if she be less than an honest woman, she is
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53
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indeed more than I took her for.
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54
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Lorenzo.
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55
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How every fool can play upon the word! I think the
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56
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best grace of wit will shortly turn into silence,
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57
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and discourse grow commendable in none only but
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58
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parrots. Go in, sirrah; bid them prepare for dinner.
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59
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Launcelot Gobbo.
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60
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That is done, sir; they have all stomachs.
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61
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Lorenzo.
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62
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Goodly Lord, what a wit-snapper are you! then bid
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63
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them prepare dinner.
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64
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Launcelot Gobbo.
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65
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That is done too, sir; only 'cover' is the word.
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66
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Lorenzo.
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67
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Will you cover then, sir?
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68
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Launcelot Gobbo.
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69
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Not so, sir, neither; I know my duty.
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70
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Lorenzo.
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71
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Yet more quarrelling with occasion! Wilt thou show
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72
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the whole wealth of thy wit in an instant? I pray
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73
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tree, understand a plain man in his plain meaning:
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74
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go to thy fellows; bid them cover the table, serve
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75
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in the meat, and we will come in to dinner.
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76
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Launcelot Gobbo.
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77
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For the table, sir, it shall be served in; for the
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78
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meat, sir, it shall be covered; for your coming in
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79
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to dinner, sir, why, let it be as humours and
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80
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conceits shall govern.
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81
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[Exit]
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82
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Lorenzo.
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83
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O dear discretion, how his words are suited!
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84
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The fool hath planted in his memory
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85
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An army of good words; and I do know
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86
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A many fools, that stand in better place,
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87
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Garnish'd like him, that for a tricksy word
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88
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Defy the matter. How cheerest thou, Jessica?
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89
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And now, good sweet, say thy opinion,
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90
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How dost thou like the Lord Bassanio's wife?
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91
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Jessica.
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92
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Past all expressing. It is very meet
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93
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The Lord Bassanio live an upright life;
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94
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For, having such a blessing in his lady,
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95
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He finds the joys of heaven here on earth;
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96
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And if on earth he do not mean it, then
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97
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In reason he should never come to heaven
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98
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Why, if two gods should play some heavenly match
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99
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And on the wager lay two earthly women,
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100
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And Portia one, there must be something else
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101
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Pawn'd with the other, for the poor rude world
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102
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Hath not her fellow.
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103
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Lorenzo.
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104
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Even such a husband
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105
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Hast thou of me as she is for a wife.
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106
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Jessica.
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107
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Nay, but ask my opinion too of that.
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108
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Lorenzo.
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109
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I will anon: first, let us go to dinner.
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110
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Jessica.
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111
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Nay, let me praise you while I have a stomach.
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112
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Lorenzo.
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113
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No, pray thee, let it serve for table-talk;
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114
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I shall digest it.
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115
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Jessica.
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116
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Well, I'll set you forth.
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