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Portia (Author: Oscar Wilde)


  1. 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.