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To a new-crowned monarch; such it is As are those dulcet sounds in break of day That creep into the dreaming bridegroom ' s ear And summon him to marriage. Now he goes, With no less presence, but with much more love, Than young Alcides when he did redeem The virgin tribute paid by howling Troy To the sea-monster: I stand for sacrifice; The rest aloof are the Dardanian wives, With bleared visages come forth to view The issue of th ' exploit. Go, Hercules! Live thou, I live. With much much more dismay I view the fight than thou that mak ' st the fray.
[ A Song, whilst BASSANIO comments on the caskets to himself.]
Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head, How begot, how nourished?
Reply, reply.
It is engend ' red in the eyes, With gazing fed; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies.
Let us all ring fancy ' s knell: I ' ll begin it.--Ding, dong, bell.
[ ALL.] Ding, dong, bell.
BASSANIO. So may the outward shows be least themselves: The world is still deceiv ' d with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt But, being season ' d with a gracious voice,