Belmont. A Room in PORTIA'S House. |
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Flourish of Cornets. Enter the PRINCE OF MOROCCO, and his Followers; PORTIA, NERISSA, and Others of her Train. |
Mor. Mislike me not for my complexion, |
The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun, |
To whom I am a neighbour and near bred. |
Bring me the fairest creature northward born, |
Where Phœbus' fire scarce thaws the icicles, |
And let us make incision for your love, |
To prove whose blood is reddest, his or mine. |
I tell thee, lady, this aspect of mine |
Hath fear'd the valiant: by my love, I swear |
The best regarded virgins of our clime |
Have lov'd it too: I would not change this hue, |
Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen. |
Por. In terms of choice I am not solely led |
By nice direction of a maiden's eyes; |
Besides, the lottery of my destiny |
Bars me the right of voluntary choosing: |
But if my father had not scanted me |
And hedg'd me by his wit, to yield myself |
His wife who wins me by that means I told you, |
Yourself, renowned prince, then stood as fair |
As any comer I have look'd on yet |
For my affection. |
Mor. Even for that I thank you: |
Therefore, I pray you, lead me to the caskets |
To try my fortune. By this scimitar,— |
That slew the Sophy, and a Persian prince |
That won three fields of Sultan Solyman,— |
I would outstare the sternest eyes that look, |
Outbrave the heart most daring on the earth, |
Pluck the young sucking cubs from the she-bear, |
Yea, mock the lion when he roars for prey, |
To win thee, lady. But, alas the while! |
If Hercules and Lichas play at dice |
Which is the better man, the greater throw |
May turn by fortune from the weaker hand: |
So is Alcides beaten by his page; |
And so may I, blind fortune leading me, |
Miss that which one unworthier may attain, |
And die with grieving. |
Por. You must take your chance; |
And either not attempt to choose at all, |
Or swear before you choose, if you choose wrong, |
Never to speak to lady afterward |
In way of marriage: therefore be advis'd. |
Mor. Nor will not: come, bring me unto my chance. |
Por. First, forward to the temple: after dinner |
Your hazard shall be made. |
Mor. Good fortune then! |
To make me blest or cursed'st among men! [Cornets, and exeunt. |
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