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why then you are in love
I love thee, and ‘tis my love that speaks
love is blind, and lovers cannot see
Say how I lov’d you, speak me fair in death
In love I do deserve
All that glisters is not gold
Who chooseth me shall gain what many men desire
Never so rich a gem was set in worse than Gold
How to get clear of all the debts I owe.
All my fortunes are at sea
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
Mercy is above this sceptred sway
Take then thy bond, take thou thy pound of flesh;
An upright judge, a learned judge!
If you deny me, fie upon your law!
Who are you? – tell me for more certainty
Cupid himself would blush to see me thus transformed to a boy.
So are you (sweet) even in the lovely garnish of a boy.
Shall we turn to men?
I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
I stand for judgement, - answer, shall I have it?
The quality of mercy is not strain'd,
Justice, the law, my ducts, and my daughter!

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