the sea-monster: I stand for sacrifice
The rest aloof are the Dardanian wives,
With bleared visages, come
forth to view
The issue of the exploit. Go, Hercules!
Live thou, I live: with much, much more dismay
the fight than thou that makest the fray.
Music, whilst BASSANIO comments on the caskets to himself
Tell me where is fancy bred,
Or in the heart, or in the head?
How begot, how nourished?
It is engender'd in the eyes,
With gazing fed; and fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies.
Let us all ring
I'll begin it, Ding, dong, bell.
Ding, dong, bell.
So may the outward shows be least themselves:
The world is still deceived with ornament.
In law, what
plea so tainted and corrupt,
But, being seasoned with a gracious voice,
Obscures the show of evil? In
What damned error, but some sober brow
Will bless it and approve it with a text,
Hiding the grossness
with fair ornament?
There is no vice so simple but assumes
Some mark of virtue on his outward parts:
many cowards, whose hearts are all as false
As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins
of Hercules and frowning Mars;
Who, inward search'd, have livers white as milk;
And these assume but
To render them redoubted! Look on beauty,
And you shall see 'tis purchased by the
Which therein works a miracle in nature,
Making them lightest that wear most of it:
So are those
crisped snaky golden locks
Which make such wanton gambols with the wind,
Upon supposed fairness,
To be the dowry of a second head,
The skull that bred them in the sepulchre.
is but the guiled shore
To a most dangerous sea; the beauteous scarf
Veiling an Indian beauty; in a word,
seeming truth which cunning times put on
To entrap the wisest. Therefore, thou gaudy gold,
for Midas, I will none of thee;
Nor none of thee, thou pale and common drudge
'Tween man and man: but
thou, thou meagre lead,
Which rather threatenest than dost promise aught,
Thy paleness moves me more
And here choose I; joy be the consequence!
[Aside] How all the other passions fleet to air,
As doubtful thoughts, and rash-embraced despair,
shuddering fear, and green-eyed jealousy! O love,
Be moderate; allay thy ecstasy,
In measure rein thy
joy; scant this excess.
I feel too much thy blessing: make it less,
For fear I surfeit.
What find I here?
Opening the leaden casket
Fair Portia's counterfeit! What demi-god
Hath come so near creation? Move these eyes?
riding on the balls of mine,
Seem they in motion? Here are sever'd lips,
Parted with sugar breath: so
sweet a bar
Should sunder such sweet friends. Here in her hairs
The painter plays the spider and hath
A golden mesh to entrap the hearts of men,
Faster than gnats in cobwebs; but her eyes,
he see to do them? having made one,
Methinks it should have power to steal both his
And leave itself
unfurnish'd. Yet look, how far
The substance of my praise doth wrong this shadow
In underprizing it, so
far this shadow
Doth limp behind the substance. Here's the scroll,
The continent and summary of my
You that choose not by the view,
Chance as fair and choose as true!
Since this fortune falls to you,
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