Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Por. Come Merchant, haue you any thing to say?
Ant. Ant.
Ant. But little: I am arm'd and well prepar'd.
Ant. Giue me your hand Bassanio, fare you well.
Ant. Greeue not that I am falne to this for you:
Ant. For heerein fortune shewes her selfe more kinde
Ant. Then is her custome. It is still her vse
Ant. To let the wretched man out‑liue his wealth,
Ant. To view with hollow eye, and wrinkled brow
Ant. An age of pouerty. From which lingring penance
Ant. Of such miserie, doth she cut me off:
Ant. Commend me to your honourable Wife,
Ant. Tell her the processe of Anthonio's end:
Ant. Say how I lou'd you; speake me faire in death:
Ant. And when the tale is told, bid her be iudge,
Ant. Whether Bassanio had not once a Loue:
Ant. Repent not you that you shall loose your friend,
Ant. And he repents not that he payes your debt.
Ant. For if the Iew do cut but deepe enough,
Ant. Ile pay it instantly, with all my heart.