Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bass. Of wondrous vertues, sometimes from her eyes
Bass. I did receiue faire speechlesse messages:
Bass. Her name is Portia, nothing vndervallewd
Bass. To Cato's daughter, Brutus Portia,
Bass. Nor is the wide world ignorant of her worth,
Bass. For the foure windes blow in from euery coast
Bass. Renowned sutors, and her sunny locks
Bass. Hang on her temples like a golden fleece,
Bass. Which makes her seat of Belmont Cholchos strond,
Bass. And many Iasons come in quest of her.
Bass. O my Anthonio, had I but the meanes
Bass. To hold a riuall place with one of them,
Bass. I haue a minde presages me such thrift,
Bass. That I should questionlesse be fortunate.
Anth. Anth.
Anth. Thou knowst that all my fortunes are at sea,
Anth. Neither haue I money, nor commodity
Anth. To raise a present summe, therefore goe forth
Anth. Try what my credit can in Venice doe,
Anth. That shall be rackt euen to the vttermost,