30 There may as well be amity and league "Tween snow and fire, as2 treason and my love. Por. Ay, but I fear you speak upon the rack, Where men enforced do speak any thing. Bass. Promise me life, and I'll confess the truth. Por. Well then, confess, and live. Bass. Confess, and love, Had been the very sum of my confession: [O happy torment, when my torturer Doth teach me answers for deliverance!] But let me to my fortune and the caskets. [Curtain drawn from before the caskets. Por. Away, then! I am lock'd in one of them: If 40 60 With bleared visages, come forth to view I view the fight than thou that mak'st the fray.] Music, and the following Song, whilst BASSANIO comments on the caskets to himself. Tell me where is fancy bred, It is engender'd in the eyes, Let us all ring fancy's knell; All. Ding, dong, bell. 70 Bass. So may the outward shows be least themselves: The world is still deceiv'd with ornament. As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins And these assume but valour's excrements To render them redoubted! Look on beauty, And you shall see 't is purchas'd by the |