1 Why, that's the lady, all the world desires her.
2 You need not fear, lady, the having any of these lords.
3 I am much afeard my lady his mother play'd false with a smith.
4 And yet, dear lady, Rating myself at nothing, you shall see How much I was a braggart.
5 He, of all the men that ever my foolish eyes look'd upon, was the best deserving a fair lady.
6 In Belmont is a lady richly left, And she is fair, and, fairer than that word, Of wondrous virtues.
7 My lord and lady, it is now our time, That have stood by and seen our wishes prosper, To cry, good joy.
8 Here is a letter, lady, The paper as the body of my friend, And every word in it a gaping wound Issuing life-blood.
9 If thou be'st rated by thy estimation Thou dost deserve enough, and yet enough May not extend so far as to the lady.
10 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.
11 Gentle lady, When I did first impart my love to you, I freely told you all the wealth I had Ran in my veins, I was a gentleman.
12 I tell thee, lady, this aspect of mine Hath fear'd the valiant; by my love I swear The best-regarded virgins of our clime Have lov'd it too.
13 If you be well pleas'd with this, And hold your fortune for your bliss, Turn to where your lady is, And claim her with a loving kiss.
14 You must take your chance, And either not attempt to choose at all, Or swear before you choose, if you choose wrong Never to speak to lady afterward In way of marriage.
15 It is very meet The Lord Bassanio live an upright life, For having such a blessing in his lady, He finds the joys of heaven here on earth, And if on earth he do not merit it, In reason he should never come to heaven.
16 By this scimitar That slew the Sophy and a Persian prince, That won three fields of Sultan Solyman, I would o'erstare the sternest eyes that look, Outbrave the heart most daring on the earth, Pluck the young sucking cubs from the she-bear, Yea, mock the lion when he roars for prey, To win thee, lady.
17 Like one of two contending in a prize That thinks he hath done well in people's eyes, Hearing applause and universal shout, Giddy in spirit, still gazing in a doubt Whether those peals of praise be his or no, So, thrice-fair lady, stand I even so, As doubtful whether what I see be true, Until confirm'd, sign'd, ratified by you.
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