tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30679620.post5414358314928583949..comments2023-10-26T10:46:27.449+01:00Comments on Tretas & Letras: Early Night Posts (48)filipelamashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00528992899893869416noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30679620.post-32943364198244465852008-11-11T15:19:00.000+00:002008-11-11T15:19:00.000+00:00Ficamos à espera desse relato. :)Ficamos à espera desse relato. :)Joaninhahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06439623823751892962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30679620.post-61756855721844396912008-11-11T10:16:00.000+00:002008-11-11T10:16:00.000+00:00Lindíssimos os dois textos!Lindíssimos os dois textos!filipelamashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00528992899893869416noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30679620.post-34361602610665861902008-11-11T02:25:00.000+00:002008-11-11T02:25:00.000+00:00'BASSANIOWhat find I here?(Opening the leaden cask...'BASSANIO<BR/>What find I here?<BR/><BR/>(Opening the leaden casket)<BR/><BR/>Fair Portia's counterfeit! What demi-god<BR/>Hath come so near creation? Move these eyes?<BR/>Or whether, riding on the balls of mine,<BR/>Seem they in motion? Here are sever'd lips,<BR/>Parted with sugar breath: so sweet a bar<BR/>Should sunder such sweet friends. Here in her hairs<BR/>The painter plays the spider and hath woven<BR/>A golden mesh to entrap the hearts of men,<BR/>Faster than gnats in cobwebs; but her eyes,<BR/>How could he see to do them? having made one,<BR/>Methinks it should have power to steal both his<BR/>And leave itself unfurnish'd. Yet look, how far<BR/>The substance of my praise doth wrong this shadow<BR/>In underprizing it, so far this shadow<BR/>Doth limp behind the substance. Here's the scroll,<BR/>The continent and summary of my fortune.<BR/><BR/>(...)<BR/><BR/>PORTIA<BR/>You see me, Lord Bassanio, where I stand,<BR/>Such as I am: though for myself alone<BR/>I would not be ambitious in my wish,<BR/>To wish myself much better; yet, for you<BR/>I would be trebled twenty times myself;<BR/>A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times more rich;<BR/>That only to stand high in your account,<BR/>I might in virtue, beauties, livings, friends,<BR/>Exceed account; but the full sum of me<BR/>Is sum of something, which, to term in gross,<BR/>Is an unlesson'd girl, unschool'd, unpractised;<BR/>Happy in this, she is not yet so old<BR/>But she may learn; happier than this,<BR/>She is not bred so dull but she can learn;<BR/>Happiest of all is that her gentle spirit<BR/>Commits itself to yours to be directed,<BR/>As from her lord, her governor, her king.<BR/>Myself and what is mine to you and yours<BR/>Is now converted: but now I was the lord<BR/>Of this fair mansion, master of my servants,<BR/>Queen o'er myself: and even now, but now,<BR/>This house, these servants and this same myself<BR/>Are yours, my lord: I give them with this ring;<BR/>Which when you part from, lose, or give away,<BR/>Let it presage the ruin of your love<BR/>And be my vantage to exclaim on you.<BR/> <BR/>(...)<BR/><BR/>BASSANIO<BR/>Madam, you have bereft me of all words,<BR/>Only my blood speaks to you in my veins'<BR/><BR/><BR/>:)Inêshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08704966021161143232noreply@blogger.com