Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Por. Paper,
Por. That steales the colour from Bassianos cheeke,
Por. Some deere friend dead, else nothing in the world
Por. Could turne so much the constitution
Por. Of any constant man. What, worse and worse?
Por. With leaue Bassanio I am halfe your selfe,
Por. And I must freely haue the halfe of any thing
Por. That this same paper brings you.
Bass. Bass.
Bass. O sweet Portia,
Bass. Heere are a few of the vnpleasant'st words
Bass. That euer blotted paper. Gentle Ladie
Bass. When I did first impart my loue to you,
Bass. I freely told you all the wealth I had
Bass. Ran in my vaines: I was a Gentleman,
Bass. And then I told you true: and yet deere Ladie,
Bass. Rating my selfe at nothing, you shall see
Bass. How much I was a Braggart, when I told you
Bass. My state was nothing, I should then haue told you
Bass. That I vvas worse then nothing: for indeede