Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ar. How much low pleasantry would then be gleaned
Ar. From the true seede of honor? And how much honor
Ar. Pickt from the chaffe and ruine of the times,
Ar. To be new varnisht: Well, but to my choise.
Ar. Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserues.
Ar. I will assume desert; giue me a key for this,
Ar. And instantly vnlocke my fortunes here.
Por. Por.
Por. Too long a pause for that which you finde there.
Ar. Ar.
Ar. What's here, the portrait of a blinking idiot
Ar. Presenting me a scedule, I will reade it:
Ar. How much vnlike art thou to Portia?
Ar. How much vnlike my hopes and my deseruings?
Ar. Who chooseth me, shall haue as much as he deserues.
Ar. Did I deserue no more then a fooles head,
Ar. Is that my prize, are my deserts no better?
Por. To offend and iudge are distinct offices,
Por. And of opposed natures.