_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 25 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, 30 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; 35 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, 40 Never to speak to lady afterward In way of marriage: therefore be advised. _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! 45 To make me blest or cursed’st among men. [_Cornets, and exeunt._ ~~~~~ Linenotes: _The Merchant of Venice_, II, 1. Flourish...attending.] Enter Morochus a tawny Moore all in white and three or foure followers accordingly, with Portia, Nerrissa and their traine. Qq. Enter...traine. Flo. Cornets. F1. Enter Morochius...all white...traine. Flo. Cornets. F2 F3 F4. 2: _burnish’d_] _burning_ Collier MS. 4: _me_] om. Q1. 11: _Have_] _Hath_ Q1. 13: _solely_] Q3 Q4. _soly_ Q1 Q2 F2 F3. _solie_ F1. _soelly_ F4. 18: _wit_] _will_ Capell (Grey conj.). 24: _scimitar_] _semitaur_ Q1. _symitare_ Q2 F1 Q3 Q4. _symitar_ F2 F3 F4. 27: _outstare_] Q1. _ore-stare_ Q2 Ff Q3 Q4. 30: _he_] Q1 Ff. _a_ Q2 Q3 Q4. 31: _thee, lady_] Rowe (ed. 2). _the lady_ Qq Ff. 35: _page_] Theobald. _rage_ Qq Ff. 43: _Come...unto_] _Therefore...to_ Pope. _unto_] _to_ Q1. 46: _blest_] _bless’t_ Steevens. ~~~~~ SCENE II. _Venice. A street._ _Enter_ LAUNCELOT.