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For when did friendship take
A breed for barren metal of his friend?

      — The Merchant of Venice, Act I Scene 3

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KEYWORD: opinion

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1

Cymbeline
[I, 4]

Iachimo

380

That lady is not now living, or this gentleman's
opinion by this worn out.

2

Cymbeline
[I, 4]

Iachimo

423

I dare thereupon pawn the moiety of my estate to
your ring; which, in my opinion, o'ervalues it
something: but I make my wager rather against your
confidence than her reputation: and, to bar your
offence herein too, I durst attempt it against any
lady in the world.

3

Cymbeline
[I, 4]

Posthumus Leonatus

470

I embrace these conditions; let us have articles
betwixt us. Only, thus far you shall answer: if
you make your voyage upon her and give me directly
to understand you have prevailed, I am no further
your enemy; she is not worth our debate: if she
remain unseduced, you not making it appear
otherwise, for your ill opinion and the assault you
have made to her chastity you shall answer me with
your sword.

4

Cymbeline
[II, 4]

Posthumus Leonatus

1242

If you can make't apparent
That you have tasted her in bed, my hand
And ring is yours; if not, the foul opinion
You had of her pure honour gains or loses
Your sword or mine, or masterless leaves both
To who shall find them.

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