1 I think he only loves the world for him.
2 The world is still deceiv'd with ornament.
3 Why, that's the lady, all the world desires her.
4 By my troth, Nerissa, my little body is aweary of this great world.
5 You look not well, Signior Antonio, You have too much respect upon the world.
6 Some dear friend dead, else nothing in the world Could turn so much the constitution Of any constant man.
7 I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano, A stage, where every man must play a part, And mine a sad one.
8 I dare be sworn for him he would not leave it Nor pluck it from his finger for the wealth That the world masters.
9 Antonio, I am married to a wife Which is as dear to me as life itself, But life itself, my wife, and all the world, Are not with me esteem'd above thy life.
10 Why, if two gods should play some heavenly match, And on the wager lay two earthly women, And Portia one, there must be something else Pawn'd with the other, for the poor rude world Hath not her fellow.
11 Nor is the wide world ignorant of her worth, For the four winds blow in from every coast Renowned suitors, and her sunny locks Hang on her temples like a golden fleece, Which makes her seat of Belmont Colchos' strond, And many Jasons come in quest of her.