The Merchant of Venice (Quarto 1, 1600)
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the Merchant of Venice.
¶onely my blood speakes to you in my vaines,
1465by a beloued Prince, there doth appeare
¶among the buzzing pleased multitude.
¶Where euery somthing beeing blent together,
¶turnes to a wild of nothing, saue of ioy
1470parts from this finger, then parts life from hence,
¶Ner. My Lord and Lady, it is now our time
¶to cry good ioy, good ioy my Lord and Lady.
¶and when your honours meane to solemnize
¶the bargaine of your fayth: I doe beseech you
1480euen at that time I may be married to.
¶My eyes my Lord can looke as swift as yours:
¶No more pertaines to me my lord then you;
¶and so did mine to as the matter falls:
¶for wooing heere vntill I swet againe,
1490and swearing till my very rough was dry
¶I got a promise of this faire one heere
¶to haue her loue: prouided that your fortune
¶atchiu'd her mistres.
¶Bass. And doe you Gratiano meane good fayth?
¶Gra. Yes faith my Lord.
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Bass.
