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No!
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It is worth the pains.
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L"m glad"tis night. You do not look on me
for I am much ashamed of my disguise.
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But love is blind and lovers cannot see
the pretty follies that themselves commit.
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For if they could,
Cupid himself would blush
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to see me thus transformed into a boy.
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Descend, for you must be my torchbearer.
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Why, "tis an office of discovery, love,
and I should be obscured.
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So are you, sweet,
even in the lovely garnish of a boy.
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But come at once,
for the close night doth play the runaway.
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I will gild myself with some more ducats
and be with you straight.
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Contend me, but I love her, heartily.
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For she is wise, if I can judge of her,
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and fair, she is, if that mine eyes be true
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and true she is, as she hath proved herself.
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And therefore, like herself,
wise, fair and true,
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shall she be placed in my constant soul.
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No!
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Who"s there?
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- Signior Antonio!
- Fie, fie, Gratiano.