Promise me life and I’ll confess the truth. ’Tween snow and fire, as treason and my love. Which makes me fear th’ enjoying of my love. What treason there is mingled with your love. To eche it, and to draw it out in length, I speak too long, but ’tis to peize the time, Puts bars between the owners and their rights!Īnd so though yours, not yours. Mine own, I would say-but if mine, then yours, One half of me is yours, the other half yours. How to choose right, but then I am forsworn.īut if you do, you’ll make me wish a sin, I would detain you here some month or twoīefore you venture for me. (And yet a maiden hath no tongue but thought) I would not lose you, and you know yourself 5īut lest you should not understand me well There’s something tells me (but it is not love) I lose your company therefore forbear a while. Enter Bassanio, Portia, and all their trains, Gratiano,
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