The Comedies of Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

Author:William Shakespeare
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9780679641889
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2000-10-31T16:00:00+00:00

SCENE NINE

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 stands the caskets, noble prince:

If you choose that wherein I am contain’d,

Straight shall our nuptial rites be solemniz’d;

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

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.

‘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.

I will not choose what many men desire,

Because I will not jump with common spirits

And rank me with the barbarous multitude.

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 undeserved dignity.

O! that estates, degrees, and offices

Were not deriv’d corruptly, and that clear honour

Were purchas’d 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.’

I will assume desert. Give me a key for this,

And instantly unlock my fortunes here.

He opens the silver casket

PORTIA. 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?

PORTIA. To offend, and judge, are distinct offices,

And of opposed natures.

ARRAGON. What is here?

‘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.

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