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out of doubt would make me sad.
:07:03
My wind, cooling my broth,
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would blow me to a fever if I thought what
harm a wind too great might do at sea.
:07:09
Believe me, no.
:07:12
Why, then you"re in love.
:07:16
Fie, fie, fie!
:07:22
Not in love either?
:07:25
Then let us say you are sad
:07:27
because you are not merry.
:07:29
Here comes my lord Bassanio.
:07:36
- Good morrow, my good lord.
- Good signiors. When shall we laugh?
:07:40
We shall make our leisures
to fit in with yours.
:07:45
- Bassanio.
- Signior.
:07:49
My lord Bassanio, since you have found
Antonio, we too will leave you.
:07:55
You look not well, Signior Antonio.
:07:59
You have too much respect
upon the world.
:08:03
They lose it that do buy it with much care.
:08:06
I hold the world but
as the world, Gratiano -
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a stage where every man
must play his part, and mine a sad one.
:08:22
Come, good Lorenzo.
:08:24
Fare thee well awhile.
L"ll end my exhortation after dinner.
:08:28
Fare thee well.
:08:31
Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing,
:08:34
more than any man in all of Venice.
:08:41
Well?
:08:58
Tell me now...