ACT II SCENE IX | Belmont. A room in PORTIA'S house. | |
[Enter NERISSA with a Servitor] |
NERISSA | Quick, quick, I pray thee; draw the curtain straight: |
| The Prince of Arragon hath ta'en his oath, |
| And comes to his election presently. |
[
Flourish of cornets. Enter the PRINCE OF ARRAGON,
PORTIA, and their trains
] |
PORTIA | Behold, there stand the caskets, noble prince: |
| If you choose that wherein I am contain'd, |
| Straight shall our nuptial rites be solemnized: |
| But if you fail, without more speech, my lord, |
| You must be gone from hence immediately. |
ARRAGON | I am enjoin'd by oath to observe three things: |
| First, never to unfold to any one | 10 |
| 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 my choice, |
| Immediately to leave you and be gone. |
PORTIA | To these injunctions every one doth swear |
| That comes to hazard for my worthless self. |
ARRAGON | And so have I address'd me. Fortune now |
| To my heart's hope! Gold; silver; and base lead. | 20 |
| 'Who chooseth 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 wall, |
| Even in the force and road of casualty. | 30 |
| 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-house; |
| Tell me once more what title thou dost bear: |
| 'Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves:' |
| And 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 undeserv'd dignity. | 40 |
| 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 |
| From 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.' | 50 |
| I will assume desert. Give me a key for this, |
| And instantly unlock my fortunes here. |
[He opens the silver casket] |
PORTIA | [Aside] Too long a pause for that which you find there. |
ARRAGON | 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 he deserves.' |
| Did I deserve no more than a fool's head? |
| Is that my prize? are my deserts no better? | 60 |
PORTIA | To offend, and judge, are distinct offices |
| And of opposed natures. |
ARRAGON | What is here? |
[Reads] |
| The fire seven times tried this: |
| Seven times tried that judgment is, |
| That did never choose amiss. |
| Some there be that shadows kiss; |
| Such have but a shadow's bliss: |
| There be fools alive, I wis, |
| Silver'd o'er; and so was this. |
| Take what wife you will to bed, | 70 |
| I will ever be your head: |
| So be gone: you are sped. |
| Still more fool I shall appear |
| By the time I linger here |
| With one fool's head I came to woo, |
| But I go away with two. |
| Sweet, adieu. I'll keep my oath, |
| Patiently to bear my wroth. |
[Exeunt Arragon and train] |
PORTIA | Thus hath the candle singed the moth. |
| O, these deliberate fools! when they do choose, | 80 |
| They have the wisdom by their wit to lose. |
NERISSA | The ancient saying is no heresy, |
| Hanging and wiving goes by destiny. |
PORTIA | Come, draw the curtain, Nerissa. |
[Enter a Servant] |
Servant | Where is my lady? |
PORTIA | Here: what would my lord? |
Servant | Madam, there is alighted at your gate |
| A young Venetian, one that comes before |
| To signify the approaching of his lord; |
| From whom he bringeth sensible regreets, |
| To wit, besides commends and courteous breath, | 90 |
| Gifts of rich value. Yet I have not seen |
| So likely an ambassador of love: |
| A day in April never came so sweet, |
| To show how costly summer was at hand, |
| As this fore-spurrer comes before his lord. |
PORTIA | No more, I pray thee: I am half afeard |
| Thou wilt say anon he is some kin to thee, |
| Thou spend'st such high-day wit in praising him. |
| Come, come, Nerissa; for I long to see |
| Quick Cupid's post that comes so mannerly. | 100 |
NERISSA | Bassanio, lord Love, if thy will it be! |
[Exeunt] |