Act 2 - Scene 1
Belmont. A room in PORTIA'S house.
Flourish of cornets. Enter the PRINCE OF MOROCCO and his train; PORTIA, NERISSA, and others
attending MOROCCO
Mislike me not for my complexion, The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun, To whom I am a neighbour
and near bred. Bring me the fairest creature northward born, Where Phoebus' fire scarce thaws the icicles, And
let us make incision for your love, To prove whose blood is reddest, his or mine. I tell thee, lady, this aspect
of mine Hath fear'd the valiant: by my love I swear The best-regarded virgins of our clime Have loved it
too: I would not change this hue, Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen. PORTIA
In terms of choice I am not solely led By nice direction of a maiden's eyes; Besides, the lottery of my
destiny Bars me the right of voluntary choosing: But if my father had not scanted me And hedged me by
his wit, to yield myself His wife who wins me by that means I told you, Yourself, renowned prince, then
stood as fair As any comer I have look'd on yet For my affection. MOROCCO
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 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, 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; And so may I, blind fortune leading me, Miss that which one unworthier
may attain, And die with grieving. PORTIA
You must take your chance, And either not attempt to choose at all Or swear before you choose, if you
choose wrong Never to speak to lady afterward In way of marriage: therefore be advised. MOROCCO
Nor will not. Come, bring me unto my chance. PORTIA
First, forward to the temple: after dinner Your hazard shall be made. MOROCCO
Good fortune then! To make me blest or cursed'st among men.
Cornets, and exeunt
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