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The Merchant of Venice, II. viii

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! 60

Por. There, take it, prince; and if my form lie there
Then I am yours.

[He unlocks the golden casket.]

Mor.O hell! what have we here?
A carrion Death, within whose empty eye
There is a written scroll. I'll read the writing. 64

'All that glisters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told:
Many a man his life hath sold
But my outside to behold: 68
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: 72
Fare you well; your suit is cold.'

Cold, indeed; and labour lost:
Then, farewell, heat, and welcome, frost!
Portia, adieu. I have too griev'd a heart 76
To take a tedious leave: thus losers part.

Exit [with his Train].

Por. A gentle riddance. Draw the curtains: go.
Let all of his complexion choose me so.

Flo[urish of] Cornets. Exeunt.


Scene Eight

[Venice. A Street]

Enter Salarino and Salanio.

Salar. Why, man, I saw Bassanio under sail:
With him is Gratiano gone along;