There's something tells me, but it is not love, I would not lose you; and you know yourself, Hate counsels not in such a quality.


The Merchant of Venice, III, ii, 4


There's something tells me, but it is not love, I would not lose you; and you know yourself, Hate counsels not in such a quality.

There's something tells me, but it is not love, I would not lose you; and you know yourself, Hate counsels not in such a quality.

There's something tells me, but it is not love, I would not lose you; and you know yourself, Hate counsels not in such a quality.

There's something tells me, but it is not love, I would not lose you; and you know yourself, Hate counsels not in such a quality.