Reading The Merchant of Venice — William Shakespeare

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But little: I am arm'd and well prepar'd.

Giue me your hand Bassanio, fare you well.

Greeue not that I am falne to this for you:

For heerein fortune shewes her selfe more kinde

Then is her custome. It is still her vse

To let the wretched man out‑liue his wealth,

To view with hollow eye, and wrinkled brow

An age of pouerty. From which lingring penance

Of such miserie, doth she cut me off:

Commend me to your honourable Wife,

Tell her the processe of Anthonio's end:

Say how I lou'd you; speake me faire in death:

And when the tale is told, bid her be iudge,

Whether Bassanio had not once a Loue:

Repent not you that you shall loose your friend,

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