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Portia / To Ellen Terry / I marvel not Bassanio was so bold / To peril all he had upon the lead, / Or that proud Aragon bent low his head / Or that Morocco's fiery heart grew cold:
For in that gorgeous dress of beaten gold / Which is more golden than the golden sun / No woman Veronesé looked upon / Was half so fair as thou whom I behold.