The Merchant of Venice (Quarto 1, 1600)
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the Merchant of Venice.
¶Builds in the weather on the outward wall,
1095Euen in the force and rode of casualty.
¶And ranke me with the barbarous multitudes.
1100Tell me once more what title thou doost beare;
¶To cosen Fortune, and be honourable
1105To weare an vndeserued dignity:
¶O that estates, degrees, and offices,
¶vvere not deriu'd corruptly, and that cleare honour
1110How many be commaunded that commaund?
¶How much low peasantry would then be gleaned
¶From the true seede of honour? and how much honour
¶Pickt from the chaft and ruin of the times,
¶And instantly vnlocke my fortunes heere.
¶Arrag. What's heere, the pourtrait of a blinking idiot
¶How much vnlike art thou to Portia?
¶How much vnlike my hopes and my deseruings.
¶Did I deserue no more then a fooles head,
1125Is that my prize, are my deserts no better?
¶And of opposed natures.
¶Arrag. What is heere?
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The fier seauen times tried this,
1130Seauen times tried that iudement is,
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