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As any comer I have look’d on yet

For my affection.

Mor.

Even for that I thank you;

Therefore I pray you lead me to the caskets

To try my fortune. By this scimitar

That slew the Sophy and a Persian prince

That won three fields of Sultan Solyman,

I would o’erstare the sternest eyes that look,

Outbrave the heart most daring on the earth,

Pluck the young sucking cubs from the she-bear,

Yea, mock the lion when ’a roars for prey,

To win [thee], lady. But alas the while!

If Hercules and Lichas play at dice

Which is the better man, the greater throw

May turn by fortune from the weaker hand:

So is Alcides beaten by his [page],

And so may I, blind fortune leading me,

Miss that which one unworthier may attain,

And die with grieving.

Por.

You must take your chance,

And either not attempt to choose at all,

Or swear before you choose, if you choose wrong

Never to speak to lady afterward

In way of marriage; therefore be advis’d.

Mor.

Nor will not. Come bring me unto my chance.

Por.

First, forward to the temple; after dinner