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ANTONIO: Swift footed Time
How many years a mortal man may live?
O God! Methinks it were a happy life
No enemy
But winter and rough weather
Blow winds! Crack your cheeks!
Love comforteth like sunshine after rain
Love is all truth
BASSANIO: You'd be so lean that blasts of January
Would blow you through and through
The appetite may sicken and die?
ANTONIO: The Jew sees more devils than vast hell can hold
BASSANIO (tearful): And pay the debt I never promised?
ANTONIO: I will answer it straight, I have done all this
More I could tell but more I dare not say
Consider it not so deeply
I love you now
I may slumber an eternal sleep
So may you miss me
If thou entertainest my love
And not before
