Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mor. Some God direct my iudgement, let me see,
Mor. I will suruay the inscriptions, backe againe:
Mor. What saies this leaden casket?
Mor. Who chooseth me, must giue and hazard all he hath.
Mor. Must giue, for what? for lead, hazard for lead?
Mor. This casket threatens men that hazard all
Mor. Doe it in hope of faire aduantages:
Mor. A golden minde stoopes not to showes of drosse,
Mor. Ile then nor giue nor hazard ought for lead.
Mor. What saies the Siluer with her virgin hue?
Mor. Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserues.
Mor. As much as he deserues; pause there Morocho,
Mor. And weigh thy value with an euen hand,
Mor. If thou beest rated by thy estimation
Mor. Thou doost deserue enough, and yet enough
Mor. May not extend so farre as to the Ladie:
Mor. And yet to be afeard of my deseruing,
Mor. Were but a weake disabling of my selfe.
Mor. As much as I deserue, why that's the Lady.
Mor. I doe in birth deserue her, and in fortunes,