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The Merchant of Venice

Act II, Scene 9

Belmont. A room in PORTIA'S house.
 
[Enter NERISSA with a Servitor]
 
NERISSA
        T      T   .    T            ,          ,          ,
      Quick, quick I* pray | thee, draw | the curt|ain straight,
             ,         ,    ,           ,          ,
      The Prince | of Ar|ragon | hath tane | his oath,
            ,         ,      ,         ,      ,
      And comes | to his | elec|tion pres|ently.
 
[Flourish of cornets. Enter the PRINCE OF ARRAGON, PORTIA, and their trains]
 
PORTIA
          ,      T     T    .    T       ,        ,
      Behold,| there stand the cask|ets nob|le prince,
       .  T     T     T          ,      ,         ,
      If you choose that | wherein | I am | contained,
          ,                 ,         ,         ,      ,
      Straight shall | our nup|tial rites | be sol|emnized:
           ,         ,         ,             ,          ,
      But if | you fail,| without | more* speech | my lord,
            ,         ,           ,        ,       ,
      You must | be gone | from hence | immed|iately.
 
ARRAGON
      ,   2      ,          ,    2     T     T      T
      I am en|joined by | oath to ob|serve three things;
        ,     ,              ,        ,   ,
      First, nev/er to | unfold | to an|yone
              ,        ,        ,       ,           ,
      Which cask|et 'twas | I chose;| next, if | I fail
                 ,     ,       ,      ,        ,
      Of the / right cask|et, nev|er in | my life
          ,        ,        ,        ,
      To woo | a maid | in way | of mar|riage:
      <-  ,         x         ,         ,       ,         ,
        Last||ly, if I | do fail | in fort|une of | my choice,
         ,       ,        ,           ,         ,
      Immed|iately | to leave | you, and | be gone.
 
PORTIA
           ,         ,         ,      ,           ,
      To these | injunc|tions eve|ry one | doth^swear
             ,         ,       ,         ,          ,
      That comes | to haz|ard for | my worth|less self.
 
ARRAGON
           ,        ,        ,           ,       ,
      And so | have I | addressed | me, fort|une now
        2      ,        T     T    T               ,    ,
      To my heart's | hope: Gold, silv|er, and / base lead.
            ,        ,          ,         ,       ,         ,
      Who choos|eth me | must give | and haz|ard all | he hath. (*)
         2        ,      ,       ,        ,        ,
      You shall look | fairer | ere I | give or | hazard.
             ,          ,       ,      ,           ,
      What says | the gold|en chest,| ha, let^|me see:
            ,        ,           ,          ,     ,        ,
      Who choos|eth me,| shall gain | what man|y men | desire: (*)
             x     ,       ,           x              ,
      What many | men de|sire, that | many may*| be meant
                 ,    ,     ,            ,          ,
      By the / fool mult|itude | that choose | by show,
            ,         ,                 ,   ,           ,
      Not^learn|ing more | than the / fond eye | doth^teach,
              ,      ,    3   3    ,  2          ,          ,      ->
      Which pries | not to the in|terior,| but like | the mart||let
         ,       2       ,       ,        ,         ,
      Builds | in the weath|er on | the out|ward wall,
       ,       2      ,           ,        ,      ,
      Even | in the force | and road | of cas|ualty.
          ,           ,           ,     ,        ,
      I will | not choose | what man|y men | desire,
          ,               ,    ,          ,         x
      Because | I will / not jump | with com|mon spirits,
            ,     ,             ,    2      ,     ,
      And rank | me with | the bar|barous mult|itudes.
            ,         ,          ,        ,         ,
      Why then | to thee | thou silv|er treas|ure-house,
        ,              ,          ,       ,           ,
      Tell me | once^more,| what tit|le thou | dost bear;
            ,        ,          ,         ,        ,        ,
      Who choos|eth me | shall get | as much | as he | deserves: (*)
       .    T    T   T         ,           ,      ,
      And well said too;| for who | shall go | about
          ,       ,        ,        ,   2  ,
      To coz|en fort|une, and | be hon|orable
           ,          ,          x           ,         ,
      Without | the stamp | of merit,| let none | presume
           ,        ,     ,      ,     ,
      To wear | an un|deserv|ed dig|nity:
      ,            ,         ,          ,    ,
      O that | estates,| degrees,| and of|fices
            ,        ,          ,         2         ,    ,     2->
      Were not | derived | corrupt|ly, and that / clear hon||or
            ,          ,         x      ,         ,
      Were purch|ased by | the merit | of the | wearer;
           ,      ,            ,              ,     ,
      How man|y then | should cov|er that / stand bare?
           ,     ,        ,       ,         ,
      How man|y be | command|ed that | command?
            ,     ,    ,                  ,          ,
      How much | low peas/antry | would then | be gleaned
          2      ,      ,        ,           ,          ,     ->
      From the true | seed of | honor?| And how | much hon||or
         ,         2      ,          ,     ,         ,
      Picked | from the chaff | and ru|in of | the times
       .  T  T    T           ,         ,         ,
      To be new-varn|ished: Well,| but to | my choice.
            ,        ,          ,         ,        ,        ,
      Who choos|eth me | shall get | as much | as he | deserves. (*)
      ,            ,        ,      ,          ,          ,
      I will | assume | desert;| Give me | a key | for this, (*)
            ,      ,       ,         ,         ,
      And inst|antly | unlock | my fort|unes here.
 
PORTIA
            ,        ,           ,                  ,    ,
      Too long | a pause | for that | which you / find there.
 
ARRAGON
         T     T    .    T    ,    2      ,         , 2
      What's here, the port|rait of a | blinking | idiot
          ,        ,       ,        ,            x
      Presen|ting me | a sched|ule, I | will read it:
            ,         ,         ,        ,
      How much | unlike | art thou | to Por|tia?
      <-  ,       ,       ,         ,          ,     ,
         How || much un|like my | hopes and | my de|servings?
            ,        ,           ,         ,        ,        ,
      Who choos|eth me,| shall have | as much | as he | deserves. (*)
          ,    .  T    T   T                ,     ,
      Did I | deserve no more | than a / fool's head,
           ,         ,          ,       ,           x
      Is that | my prize,| are my | deserts | no better?
 
PORTIA
        2    ,          ,               ,    ,    ,
      To offend | and judge | are dis/tinct of|fices,
       ,           ,      ,
      And of | opposed | natures.
 
ARRAGON
                                    T   T   T
                                  What is here?
       .    T    Tx    T      ___     __
      The fire seven times | tried | this,
       Tx     T     T            ,        ,
      Seven times tried | that judg|ment is,
        ,         ,         ,      __
      That did | never | choose a|miss,
        ,           ,          ,        __
      Some there | be that | shadows | kiss,
        ,          ,        ,         ___
      Such have | but a | shadow's | bliss:
        ,          ,       ,      ___
      There be | fools a|live I | wis
        ,         ,          ,        __
      Silvered | ore, and | so was | this:
        ,           ,          ,       ___
      Take what | wife you | will to | bed,
      ,         ,      ,         __
      I will | ever | be your | head:
       ,       __     ,         __
      So be | gone,| you are | sped.
        T     T    T        ,        ,
      Still more fool | I shall | appear
       ,         ,        ,       __
      By the | time I | linger | here,
      <-         T     T     T        ,        ,
        With || one fool's head | I came | to woo,
       ,       ,    ,         ___
      But I | go a|way with | two.
        ,       ,            ,        __
      Sweet a|dieu. I'll | keep my | oath,
       ,       ,        ,        ___
      Patient|ly to | bear my | wroth.
 
[Exeunt Arragon and train]
 
PORTIA
             ,          ,        ,           ,    oo
      Thus hath | the cand|le singed | the moth:|
          ,        ,   2      ,            ,          ,
      O these | delib|erate fools | when they | do choose,
             ,         ,       ,          ,         ,
      They have | the wis|dom by | their wit | to lose.
 
NERISSA
           ,        ,       ,       ,    ,
      The anc|ient say|ing is | no her|esy,
        ,            ,        ,         ,    ,
      Hanging | and wiv|ing goes | by dest|iny.
 
PORTIA
        T    T   .    T     2   ,
      Come draw the curt|ain Neris|sa.  \\
 
[Enter a Servant]
 
SERVANT
        ,            ,
      Where is | my la|dy?
 
PORTIA
                             ,           ,          ,
                           Here,| what would | my lord?
 
SERVANT
       ,             ,      ,       ,          ,
      Madam,| there^is | alight|ed at | your gate
          ,        ,        ,           ,         ,
      A young | Venet|ian, one | that comes | before
          ,     ,      2     ,        ,         ,
      To sig|nify | the approach|ing of | his lord,
             ,         ,         ,     ,        ,
      From whom | he bring|eth sens|ible | regrets;
          ,        ,          ,           ,    2      ,
      To wit |(besides | commends | and court|eous breath)
        T    .   T   T       ,              ,    ,
      Gifts of rich val|ue; yet | I have / not seen
       ,   ,             ,     ,         ,
      So like/ly an | ambas|sador | of love.
         ,        ,      ,       ,         ,
      A day | in Ap|ril nev|er came | so sweet
           ,          ,      ,       ,         ,
      To show | how cost|ly sum|mer was | at hand,
       .   T    T    T        ,         ,          ,
      As this fore-spur|rer comes | before | his lord.
 
PORTIA
           ,        ,          ,        ,       ,
      No more | I pray | thee, I | am half | afeard
        ,          ,     ,    2       T   T   .   T
      Thou wilt | say a|non he is | some kin to thee,
              ,             ,    T   T   .   T        ,
      Thou spendst | such high-|day wit in prais|ing him:
        T     T   . T       ,        ,        ,
      Come, come Neris|sa, for | I long | to see
        T     Tx      T           ,         ,      ,
      Quick Cupid's post,| that comes | so man|nerly.
 
NERISSA
          ,   2   ,      ,             ,        ,
      Bassan|io lord,| love if | thy will | it be.
 
[Exeunt]

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