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Lastly, If I do fail in fortune of my choice, Immediately to leave you and be gone.
PORTIA. To these injunctions every one doth swear That comes to hazard for my worthless self.
ARRAGON. And so have I address ' d me. Fortune now To my heart ' s hope! Gold, silver, and base lead. ' Who chooseth me must give and hazard all he hath.' You shall look fairer ere I give or hazard. What says the golden chest? Ha! let me see: ' Who chooseth me shall gain what many men desire.' What many men desire! that ' many ' may be meant By the fool multitude, that choose by show, Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach; Which pries not to th ' interior, but, like the martlet, Builds in the weather on the outward wall, Even in the force and road of casualty. I will not choose what many men desire, Because I will not jump with common spirits And rank me with the barbarous multitudes. Why, then to thee, thou silver treasure-house; Tell me once more what title thou dost bear: ' Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves.' And well said too; for who shall go about To cozen fortune, and be honourable Without the stamp of merit? Let none presume To wear an undeserved dignity. O! that estates, degrees, and offices Were not deriv ' d corruptly, and that clear honour Were purchas ' d by the merit of the wearer! How many then should cover that stand bare; How many be commanded that command;