Act 2 - Scene 9
Belmont. A room in PORTIA'S house.
Enter NERISSA with a Servitor
Quick, quick, I pray thee; draw the curtain straight:
The Prince of Arragon hath ta'en his oath,
to his election presently.
Flourish of cornets. Enter the PRINCE OF ARRAGON, PORTIA, and their trains
Behold, there stand the caskets, noble prince:
If you choose that wherein I am contain'd,
our nuptial rites be solemnized:
But if you fail, without more speech, my lord,
You must be gone from
I am enjoin'd by oath to observe three things:
First, never to unfold to any one
Which casket 'twas I chose; next,
if I fail
Of the right casket, never in my life
To woo a maid in way of marriage: Lastly,
If I do fail in fortune of
Immediately to leave you and be gone.
To these injunctions every one doth swear
That comes to hazard for my worthless self.
And so have I address'd me. Fortune now
To my heart's hope! Gold; silver; and base lead.
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
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-
Tell me once more what title thou dost bear:
'Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves:'
well said too; for who shall go about
To cozen fortune and be honourable
Without the stamp of merit?
Let none presume
To wear an undeserved dignity.
O, that estates, degrees and offices
Were not derived
corruptly, and that clear honour
Were purchased by the merit of the wearer!
How many then should cover
that stand bare!
How many be commanded that command!
How much low peasantry would then be glean'd
the true seed of honour! and how much honour
Pick'd from the chaff and ruin of the times
To be new-
varnish'd! Well, but to my choice:
'Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves.'
I will assume
desert. Give me a key for this,
And instantly unlock my fortunes here.
He opens the silver casket
Too long a pause for that which you find there.
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
Did I deserve no more than a fool's head?
Is that my prize? are my deserts no better?
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