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which rather threatenest
than dost promise aught,
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your paleness moves me more...
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than eloquence.
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Here choose I.
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Joy be the consequence.
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O love, be moderate, allay your ecstasy,
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I feel too much your blessing -
make it less for fear I surfeit.
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What find I here?
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Fair Portia"s counterfeit.
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Oh, what demi-goddess
comes so near creation?
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Move these eyes? Or whether, riding on
the balls of mine, seem they in motion?
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But her eyes -
how could he see to do them?
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But look how far
the substance of my praise
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does wrong this shadow
in underpraising it,
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so far this shadow
doth limp behind the substance.
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Here"s the scroll -
the continent and summary of my fortune.
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"You that choose not by the view