1 Well, we shall see your bearing.
2 If this will not suffice, it must appear That malice bears down truth.
3 If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
4 But no metal can, No, not the hangman's axe, bear half the keenness Of thy sharp envy.
5 Why, then to thee, thou silver treasure-house, Tell me once more what title thou dost bear.
6 Never did I know A creature that did bear the shape of man So keen and greedy to confound a man.
7 They have in England A coin that bears the figure of an angel Stamped in gold; but that's insculp'd upon; But here an angel in a golden bed Lies all within.
8 Madam, although I speak it in your presence, You have a noble and a true conceit Of godlike amity, which appears most strongly In bearing thus the absence of your lord.
9 I never did repent for doing good, Nor shall not now; for in companions That do converse and waste the time together, Whose souls do bear an equal yoke of love, There must be needs a like proportion Of lineaments, of manners, and of spirit; Which makes me think that this Antonio, Being the bosom lover of my lord, Must needs be like my lord.