the Merchant of Venice.
140141An. I pray you good
Bassanio let me know it,
141142And if it
stand as you your
selfe
still doe,
142143within the eye of honour, be a
ssurd
143144My pur
se, my per
son, my extreame
st meanes
144145Lie all vnlockt to your occa
sions.
145146Bass. In my
schoole dayes, when I had lo
st one
shaft,
146147I
shot his fellow of the
selfe
same
flight
147148The
selfe
same way, with more adui
sed watch
148149To
finde the other forth, and by aduenturing both,
149150I oft found both: I vrge this child-hood proofe
150151Becau
se what followes is pure innocence.
151152I owe you much, and like a wilfull youth
152153That which I owe is lo
st, but if you plea
se
153154To
shoote another arrow that
selfe way
154155which you did
shoote the
fir
st, I doe not doubt,
155156As I will watch the ayme or to
find both,
156157Or bring your latter hazzard bake againe,
157158And thankfully re
st debter for the
fir
st.
158159An. You know me well, and heerein
spend but time
159160To wind about my loue with circum
stance,
160161And out of doubt you doe me now more wrong
161162In making que
stion of my vttermo
st 162163Then if you had made wa
st of all I haue:
163164Then doe but
say to me what I
should doe
164165That in your knowledge may by me be done,
165166And I am pre
st vnto it: therefore
speake.
166167Bass. In
Belmont is a Lady richly left,
167168And
she is faire, and fairer then that word,
168169Of wondrous vertues,
sometimes from her eyes
169170I did receaue faire
speechle
sse me
ssages:
170171Her name is
Portia, nothing vndervallewd
171172To
Catos daughter,
Brutus Portia,
172173Nor is the wide world ignorant of her worth,
173174For the foure winds blow in from euery coa
st 174175Renowned
sutors, and her
sunny locks
175176Hang on her temples like a golden
fleece,
176177which makes her
seat of
Belmont Cholchos strond,
And