scene act 2

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Glide: 1
I will assume desert. Give me a key for this. And instantly unlock my fortune here.
Glide: 2
What's here? The portrait of a blinking idiot presenting me a schedule! I will read it. How much unlike art thou to Portia! How much unlike my hopes and my deservings. "Who choosth me shall have as much as he deserves"? Did I deserve no more than a fool's head/ Is that my prize? Are my deserts no better?
Too long a pause for that which you find there.
To offend and judge are distinct offices and of opposed matures.
Glide: 3
Arragon reads. The fire seven times tried this; Seven times tried that judgement is that did never choose amiss. Some there be that shadows kiss;such have but a shadow's bliss.There be fools alive,iwis,slivered o'er - and so was this. take what wife you will to bed, I will ever be your head. So begone;you are sped.
Thus hath the candle singed the moth.O,these deliberate fools,when they do choose,they have the wisdom by their with to lose...Come,draw the curtain Nerissa
Sweet adieu. I'll keep my oath, patiently to bear my wroth.I shall now exit and never come back.
The ancient saying is no heresy:hanging and waiving goes by Destiny.

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