45: _lovely garnish of a_] _garnish of a lovely_ Collier MS. 50: _more_] Ff. _mo_ Qq. 51: _Gentile_] Q1 Q3 Q4 F2 F3 F4. _gentle_ Q2 F1. 52: _Beshrew_] Q1 Ff. _Beshrow_ Q2 Q3 Q4. 58: _gentlemen_] _gentleman_ Q2. 59: [Exit...] Exit. Qq Ff. 60: _Who’s there_] _Whose there_ Q2. 61: _Fie, fie_] _Fie_ Pope. 66: _I...you_] omitted in Q1. 67, 68: Continued to Antonio in Q1. ~~~~~ SCENE VII. _Belmont. A room in_ PORTIA’S _house_. _Flourish of cornets. Enter_ PORTIA, _with the_ PRINCE OF MOROCCO, _and their trains_. _Por._ Go draw aside the curtains, and discover The several caskets to this noble prince. Now make your choice. _Mor._ The first, of gold, who this inscription bears, ‘Who chooseth me shall gain what many men desire;’ 5 The second, silver, which this promise carries, ‘Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves;’ This third, dull lead, with warning all as blunt, ‘Who chooseth me must give and hazard all he hath.’ How shall I know if I do choose the right? 10 _Por._ The one of them contains my picture, prince: If you choose that, then I am yours withal. _Mor._ Some god direct my judgment! Let me see; I will survey the inscriptions back again. What says this leaden casket? 15 ‘Who chooseth me must give and hazard all he hath.’ Must give,—for what? for lead? hazard for lead? This casket threatens. Men that hazard all Do it in hope of fair advantages: A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross; 20 I’ll then nor give nor hazard aught for lead. What says the silver with her virgin hue? ‘Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves.’ As much as he deserves! Pause there, Morocco, And weigh thy value with an even hand: 25 If thou be’st rated by thy estimation, Thou dost deserve enough; and yet enough May not extend so far as to the lady: And yet to be afeard of my deserving Were but a weak disabling of myself. 30 As much as I deserve! Why, that’s the lady: I do in birth deserve her, and in fortunes, In graces and in qualities of breeding; But more than these, in love I do deserve. What if I stray’d no further, but chose here? 35 Let’s see once more this saying graved in gold; ‘Who chooseth me shall gain what many men desire.’ Why, that’s the lady; all the world desires her; From the four corners of the earth they come, To kiss this shrine, this mortal-breathing saint: 40 The Hyrcanian deserts and the vasty wilds Of wide Arabia are as throughfares now For princes to come view fair Portia: The watery kingdom, whose ambitious head Spits in the face of heaven, is no bar 45 To stop the foreign spirits; but they come, As o’er a brook, to see fair Portia. One of these three contains her heavenly picture. Is’t like that lead contains her? ’Twere damnation