1] I marvel not Bassanio was so bold
2] To peril all he had upon the lead,
3] Or that proud Aragon bent low his head,
4] Or that Morocco's fiery heart grew cold:
5] For in that gorgeous dress of beaten gold
6] Which is more golden than the golden sun,
7] No woman Veronesé looked upon
8] Was half so fair as thou whom I behold.
9] Yet fairer when with wisdom as your shield
10] The sober-suited lawyer's gown you donned
11] And would not let the laws of Venice yield
12] Antonio's heart to that accursèd Jew
13] O Portia! take my heart: it is thy due:
14] I think I will not quarrel with the Bond.