265 To view with hollow eye and wrinkled brow
An age of poverty; from which lingering penance
[267] Of such misery doth she cut me off.
Commend me to your honourable wife:
Tell her the process of Antonio’s end;
270 Say how I loved you, speak me fair in death;
And, when the tale is told, bid her be judge
[272] Whether Bassanio had not once a love.
[273] Repent but you that you shall lose your friend,
And he repents not that he pays your debt;