Act 3 - Scene 2
Belmont. A room in PORTIA'S house.
Enter BASSANIO, PORTIA, GRATIANO, NERISSA, and Attendants
I pray you, tarry: pause a day or two
Before you hazard; for, in choosing wrong,
I lose your company: therefore
There's something tells me, but it is not love,
I would not lose you; and you know yourself,
counsels not in such a quality.
But lest you should not understand me well,
And yet a maiden hath no
tongue but thought,
I would detain you here some month or two
Before you venture for me. I could teach
How to choose right, but I am then forsworn;
So will I never be: so may you miss me;
But if you do,
you'll make me wish a sin,
That I had been forsworn. Beshrew your eyes,
They have o'erlook'd me and
One half of me is yours, the other half yours,
Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours,
so all yours. O, these naughty times
Put bars between the owners and their rights!
And so, though yours,
not yours. Prove it so,
Let fortune go to hell for it, not I.
I speak too long; but 'tis to peize the time,
To eke it
and to draw it out in length,
To stay you from election.
Let me choose
For as I am, I live upon the rack.
Upon the rack, Bassanio! then confess
What treason there is mingled with your love.
None but that ugly treason of mistrust,
Which makes me fear the enjoying of my love:
There may as well
be amity and life
'Tween snow and fire, as treason and my love.
Ay, but I fear you speak upon the rack,
Where men enforced do speak anything.
Promise me life, and I'll confess the truth.
Well then, confess and live.
'Confess' and 'love'
Had been the very sum of my confession:
O happy torment, when my torturer
teach me answers for deliverance!
But let me to my fortune and the caskets.
Away, then! I am lock'd in one of them:
If you do love me, you will find me out.
Nerissa and the rest, stand
Let music sound while he doth make his choice;
Then, if he lose, he makes a swan-like end,
in music: that the comparison
May stand more proper, my eye shall be the stream
And watery death-bed
for him. He may win;
And what is music then? Then music is
Even as the flourish when true subjects
To a new-crowned monarch: such it is
As are those dulcet sounds in break of day
That creep into
the dreaming bridegroom's ear,
And summon him to marriage. Now he goes,
With no less presence, but
with much more love,
Than young Alcides, when he did redeem
The virgin tribute paid by howling Troy
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