1 Mark you this, Bassanio, The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
2 Come on; in this there can be no dismay; My ships come home a month before the day.
3 If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
4 My eyes, my lord, can look as swift as yours: You saw the mistress, I beheld the maid.
5 But no metal can, No, not the hangman's axe, bear half the keenness Of thy sharp envy.
6 There is but one hope in it that can do you any good, and that is but a kind of bastard hope neither.
7 I will have the heart of him if he forfeit, for were he out of Venice I can make what merchandise I will.
8 My Lord Bassanio, and my gentle lady, I wish you all the joy that you can wish; For I am sure you can wish none from me.
9 If I could bid the fifth welcome with so good heart as I can bid the other four farewell, I should be glad of his approach.
10 Ay, that's a colt indeed, for he doth nothing but talk of his horse, and he makes it a great appropriation to his own good parts that he can shoe him himself.
11 It is a good divine that follows his own instructions; I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done than to be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
12 Beshrew me but I love her heartily, For she is wise, if I can judge of her, And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true, And true she is, as she hath prov'd herself.
13 Twenty merchants, The Duke himself, and the magnificoes Of greatest port have all persuaded with him, But none can drive him from the envious plea Of forfeiture, of justice, and his bond.
14 But if you knew to whom you show this honour, How true a gentleman you send relief, How dear a lover of my lord your husband, I know you would be prouder of the work Than customary bounty can enforce you.
15 Thou know'st that all my fortunes are at sea; Neither have I money nor commodity To raise a present sum, therefore go forth Try what my credit can in Venice do; That shall be rack'd even to the uttermost, To furnish thee to Belmont to fair Portia.
16 I have heard Your Grace hath ta'en great pains to qualify His rigorous course; but since he stands obdurate, And that no lawful means can carry me Out of his envy's reach, I do oppose My patience to his fury, and am arm'd To suffer with a quietness of spirit The very tyranny and rage of his.
17 But the full sum of me Is sum of something, which, to term in gross, Is an unlesson'd girl, unschool'd, unpractis'd; Happy in this, she is not yet so old But she may learn; happier than this, She is not bred so dull but she can learn; Happiest of all, is that her gentle spirit Commits itself to yours to be directed, As from her lord, her governor, her king.
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