Chapter 10 Scene 7 A room in Belmont Portia's home

Trumpets play coloratura.Enter PORTIA, and the Prince of Morocco, each with their attendants. Portia goes and raises the curtain, and shows the honorable prince the boxes.Now, Your Highness, please choose for yourself. The first casket of the Prince of Morocco was gold, with these words engraved on it: "Whoever chooses me will get what everyone desires." The second casket was silver, with this promise engraved on it: " Whoever chooses me shall receive his due." The third casket was made of heavy lead, and engraved on it was a warning as cold as lead: "Whoever chooses me must be prepared to give him everything he has. As a sacrifice.” How can I know if I made the right choice?

PORTIA Of these three caskets I have my little portrait in one; and if you choose that one, I shall be yours. Prince of Morocco, God please show me!Let me see; let me first reconsider the words engraved on the box.What does this lead box say? "He who has chosen me must be prepared to sacrifice all that he has." Must be prepared to sacrifice; why?For lead?Sacrifice everything for lead?What the box said was a bit scary.All are sacrificed for the hope of great gain; a noble heart never bows to a mean appearance; I would not sacrifice anything for lead's sake.What does that shiny silver box say? "Whoever chooses me shall get his due." Get his due!Wait, Morocco, and make a fair estimate of your own worth.In your own judgement, you deserve a high opinion, but perhaps you are not worthy of such a lady with your merits; yet I should be too small of myself if I suspect that I am not worthy.Get what I deserve!Of course, that was referring to this young lady; when it comes to family background, property, character, and education, in which point am I not worthy of her?But more than all this, with my deep affection, I should be worthy of her.Then I don't have to hesitate, I just choose this box.Let me see again what it says on that golden box: "Whoever chooses me shall have what they all desire." Oh, that's the lady; the whole world desires her, and they never From all four corners of the earth came to pay homage to this earthly fairy: the deserts of Hircania and the vast wilds of Arabia are now the thoroughfare where princes of all nations come to see fair Portia; The haughty ocean on the face of heaven could not deter foreign visitors from afar, who crossed the raging waves like a small river, in order to see Portia's peerless beauty.Among the three boxes, there was a little fairy-like statue of her hidden in one.Could it be that she was hidden in the lead box?It is sacrilege to recall such a vile thought; and it would be a sin if it were a dark grave where her shroud lay.So will she be hidden in the silver casket whose value is only one-tenth of pure gold?O sinful thoughts!Such a precious jewel would never be contained in a case lower than gold.In England there is a coin made of gold, with the image of an angel engraved on the surface; here the angel, who makes a bed of gold, hides in darkness.Give me the keys; I have chosen, may my wish be granted!

Prince Portia, take this key; If there's my little likeness here, I'm yours. (The Prince of Morocco opens the golden casket.) Prince of Morocco Ouch, damn it!what is this?A dead man's skeleton, with a scroll of writing hidden in the empty eye sockets.Let me read what is written on it. Not all that shines is gold, The words of the ancients did not lie; How many people have betrayed their lives, But seeing my shape, Maggots occupy gilded tombs. If you are bold and wise, Hands and feet are strong, but knowledge is old, You won't get an echo like this: Goodbye, I advise you to cool down this piece of heart.

Cool this heart; what a waste of labor indeed! Farewell, passion!Welcome, Bitter Cold Biao! Good-bye, Portia; sorrow fills the heart, Don't blame me, the general of the defeated army, to go in a hurry. (Exit the attendant; trumpets play coloratura.) PORTIA He has a good taste in going.Pull down the tent.I hope that people with the same skin color as him are as unselected as he is. (same below.)