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What treason there is mingled with your love.
BASSANIO. None but that ugly treason of mistrust, Which makes me fear th ' enjoying of my love: There may as well be amity and life ' Tween snow and fire as treason and my love.
PORTIA. Ay, but I fear you speak upon the rack, Where men enforced do speak anything.
BASSANIO. Promise me life, and I ' ll confess the truth.
PORTIA. Well then, confess and live.
BASSANIO. ' Confess ' and ' love ' Had been the very sum of my confession: O happy torment, when my torturer Doth teach me answers for deliverance! But let me to my fortune and the caskets.
PORTIA. Away, then! I am lock ' d in one of them: If you do love me, you will find me out. Nerissa and the rest, stand all aloof; Let music sound while he doth make his choice; Then, if he lose, he makes a swan-like end, Fading in music: that the comparison May stand more proper, my eye shall be the stream And watery death-bed for him. He may win; And what is music then? Then music is Even as the flourish when true subjects bow