I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano! — William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano! — William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano! — William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano! — William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano! — William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
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I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano!

— William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
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