Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mor. The Merchant of Venice.
Mor. This line appears erroneously to have been repeated at the top of this page.How shall I know if I doe choose the right.
Por. Por.
Por. The one of them containes my picture Prince,
Por. If you choose that, then I am yours withall.
Mor. Mor.
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