The Merchant of Venice

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Act II, Scene 7

Belmont. A room in PORTIA’S house.

       
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Flourish of cornets. Enter PORTIA, with the PRINCE OF MOROCCO, and their trains

  • Portia. Go draw aside the curtains and discover
    The several caskets to this noble prince.
    Now make your choice.
  • Prince of Morocco. The first, of gold, who this inscription bears, 990
    'Who chooseth me shall gain what many men desire;'
    The second, silver, which this promise carries,
    'Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves;'
    This third, dull lead, with warning all as blunt,
    'Who chooseth me must give and hazard all he hath.' 995
    How shall I know if I do choose the right?
  • Portia. The one of them contains my picture, prince:
    If you choose that, then I am yours withal.
  • Prince of Morocco. Some god direct my judgment! Let me see;
    I will survey the inscriptions back again. 1000
    What says this leaden casket?
    'Who chooseth me must give and hazard all he hath.'
    Must give: for what? for lead? hazard for lead?
    This casket threatens. Men that hazard all
    Do it in hope of fair advantages: 1005
    A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross;
    I'll then nor give nor hazard aught for lead.
    What says the silver with her virgin hue?
    'Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves.'
    As much as he deserves! Pause there, Morocco, 1010
    And weigh thy value with an even hand:
    If thou be'st rated by thy estimation,
    Thou dost deserve enough; and yet enough
    May not extend so far as to the lady:
    And yet to be afeard of my deserving 1015
    Were but a weak disabling of myself.
    As much as I deserve! Why, that's the lady:
    I do in birth deserve her, and in fortunes,
    In graces and in qualities of breeding;
    But more than these, in love I do deserve. 1020
    What if I stray'd no further, but chose here?
    Let's see once more this saying graved in gold
    'Who chooseth me shall gain what many men desire.'
    Why, that's the lady; all the world desires her;
    From the four corners of the earth they come, 1025
    To kiss this shrine, this mortal-breathing saint:
    The Hyrcanian deserts and the vasty wilds
    Of wide Arabia are as thoroughfares now
    For princes to come view fair Portia:
    The watery kingdom, whose ambitious head 1030
    Spits in the face of heaven, is no bar
    To stop the foreign spirits, but they come,
    As o'er a brook, to see fair Portia.
    One of these three contains her heavenly picture.
    Is't like that lead contains her? 'Twere damnation 1035
    To think so base a thought: it were too gross
    To rib her cerecloth in the obscure grave.
    Or shall I think in silver she's immured,
    Being ten times undervalued to tried gold?
    O sinful thought! Never so rich a gem 1040
    Was set in worse than gold. They have in England
    A coin that bears the figure of an angel
    Stamped in gold, but that's insculp'd upon;
    But here an angel in a golden bed
    Lies all within. Deliver me the key: 1045
    Here do I choose, and thrive I as I may!
  • Portia. There, take it, prince; and if my form lie there,
    Then I am yours.

[He unlocks the golden casket]

  • Prince of Morocco. O hell! what have we here? 1050
    A carrion Death, within whose empty eye
    There is a written scroll! I'll read the writing.
    [Reads]
    All that glitters is not gold;
    Often have you heard that told: 1055
    Many a man his life hath sold
    But my outside to behold:
    Gilded tombs do worms enfold.
    Had you been as wise as bold,
    Young in limbs, in judgment old, 1060
    Your answer had not been inscroll'd:
    Fare you well; your suit is cold.
    Cold, indeed; and labour lost:
    Then, farewell, heat, and welcome, frost!
    Portia, adieu. I have too grieved a heart 1065
    To take a tedious leave: thus losers part.

[Exit with his train. Flourish of cornets]

  • Portia. A gentle riddance. Draw the curtains, go.
    Let all of his complexion choose me so.

[Exeunt]

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