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The Merchant of Venice Scenes

Scene 7

Belmont. A room in Portia’s house.

(Portia; Prince of Morocco)

The Prince of Morocco considers the three caskets, and finally chooses the golden one, which promises he shall obtain what many men desire. Inside, however, is only a death’s head and a moralizing scroll warning him against being taken in by appearances. He leaves at once, to Portia’s relief. (80 lines)

Flourish cornets. Enter Portia with the Prince of Morocco and both their Trains.


Go, draw aside the curtains and discover

The several caskets to this noble prince.

Now make your choice.


This first, of gold, who this inscription bears,

“Who chooseth me shall gain what many men desire”;

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?


The one of them contains my picture, Prince:

If you choose that, then I am yours withal.


Some god direct my judgment! Let me see,

I will survey th’ inscriptions back again.

What says this leaden casket?

“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.

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.

If thou beest 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.

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 farther, but chose here?

Let’s see once more this saying grav’d 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.

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

Spets in the face of heaven, is no bar

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

To think so base a thought; it were too gross

To rib her cerecloth in the obscure grave.

Or shall I think in silver she’s immur’d,

Being ten times undervalued to tried gold?

O sinful thought! Never so rich a gem

Was set in worse than gold. They have in England

A coin that bears the figure of an angel

Stamp’d in gold, but that’s insculp’d upon;

But here an angel in a golden bed

Lies all within. Deliver me the key.

Here do I choose, and thrive I as I may!


There take it, Prince, and if my form lie there,

Then I am yours.

He unlocks the golden casket.


O hell! What have we here?

A carrion Death, within whose empty eye

There is a written scroll! I’ll read the writing.


“All that glisters is not gold,

Often have you heard that told;

Many a man his life hath sold

But my outside to behold.

Gilded tombs do worms infold.

Had you been as wise as bold,

Young in limbs, in judgment old,

Your answer had not been inscroll’d.

Fare you well, your suit is cold.”

Cold indeed, and labor lost:

Then farewell heat, and welcome frost!

Portia, adieu. I have too griev’d a heart

To take a tedious leave; thus losers part.

Exit with his Train.


A gentle riddance. Draw the curtains, go.

Let all of his complexion choose me so.



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