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There are some shrewd contents
in yond same paper,
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that do steal the colour
from Bassanio"s cheek.
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Some dear friend dead, else nothing
in the world could turn the constitution
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of any constant man.
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What, worse and worse!
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With leave, Bassanio,
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I am half yourself
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and I must freely have half of anything
that this same letter brings you.
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O sweet Portia,
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they are a few of the unpleasantest words
that ever blotted paper.
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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 ran in my veins -
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I was a gentleman and then I told you true.
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And yet, dear lady,
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rating myself at nothing,
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you shall see how much I was a braggart.
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When I told you my estate was nothing,
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I should have told you
I was worse than nothing,
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for, indeed, I have engaged myself
to a dear friend,
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who engaged my dear friend
to his mere enemy
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to feed my means.
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Here is a letter, lady.
The paper is the body of my friend
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and every word in it a gaping wound
issuing life-blood.
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But is it true, Salerio? What,
all his ventures failed? What, not one hit?
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From Tripolis, from Mexico, from England?
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Not one, my lord.
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Besides it appears that if he had
the present money to discharge the Jew,
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he would not take it.
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He plies the duke at morning and at night
and doth impeach the freedom of the state