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Por. There, take it, prince, and if my form lie there, Then I am yours. [He unlocks the golden casket.
Mor. O hell! what have we here?
All that glisters is not gold,
Cold, indeed ; and labour lost :
Then, farewell, heat; and, welcome, frost.Portia, adieu! I have too griev'd a heart To take a tedious leave: thus losers part. [Erit. Por. A gentle riddance :- Draw the curtains,
go;Let all of his complexion choose me so. [Ereunt.
Enter SALARINO und SALANIO.
Salan. The villain Jew with outcries rais’d the duke; Who went with him to search Bassanio's ship.
Salar. He came too late, the ship was under sail :
Salan. I never heard a passion so confus’d,
Salar. Why, all the boys in Venice foilow him,
Salan. Let good Antonio look he keep his day,
Salar. Marry, well remember'd :
Salan. You were best to tell Antonio what you hear; Yet do not suddenly, for it may grieve him.
Salar. A kinder gentleman treads not the earth. I saw Bassanio and Antonio part :
Bassanio told him, he would make some speed
Salan. I think, he only loves the world for him.
A room in Portia's house.
Enter Nerissa, with a servant. Ner. Quick, quick, I pray thee, draw the curtain
straight. The prince of Arragon hath ta'en his oath, And comes to his election presently.
Flourish of Cornets. Enter the Prince of Arragon, Por
TIA, and their trains. Por. Behold, there stand the caskets, noble prince: If you choose that wherein I am contain’d,
Straight shall our nuptial rites be solemniz'd;
Ar. I am enjoin'd by oath to observe three things :
Por. To these injunctions every one doth swear, That comes to hazard for my worthless self.
Ar. And so have I address'd me: Fortune now To my heart's hope !—Gold, silver, and base lead. Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he hath : You shall look fairer, ere I give, or hazard. What says the golden chest ? ha! let me see:Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men desire. What many men desire.—That many may be meant By the fool multitude, that choose by show, Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach ; Which pries not to the interior, but, like the martlet, Builds in the weather on the outward wall, Even in the force and road of casualty, I will not choose what many men desire, Because I will not jump with common spirits, And rank me with the barbarous multitudes. Why, then to thee, thou silver treasure-house; Tell me once more what title thou dost bear: Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves ; And well said too; For who shall go about To cozen fortune, and be honourable
Without the stamp of merit! Let none presume
Por, Too long a pause for that, which you find there.
Ar. What's here? the portrait of a blinking idiot, Presenting me a schedule? I will read it. How much unlike art thou to Portia ? How much unlike my hopes, and my deservings? Who chooseth me, shall have as much as he deserves. Did I deserve no more than a fool's head? Is that my prize ? are my deserts no better?
Por. To offend, and judge, are distinct offices, And of opposed natures:
Ar. What is here?
The fire seven times tried this ;