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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