Chapter 12 Scene 9 A room in Belmont Portia's home

Enter Nerissa and a servant. Nerissa Quick, quick, tear down that tent; Prince Aragorn has sworn his oath, and is coming to choose the box. Trumpets play coloratura.Enter Prince Aragorn and Portia, each with his attendants. PORTIA Look, my lord prince, here are the three caskets; if you choose the one in which my little likeness is hidden, we may marry at once; but if you fail, then, my lord, no Say no more, you must leave here immediately. Prince of Aragon I have sworn three conditions: first, that I shall not tell anyone which casket I have chosen; I am not selected and must leave this place immediately.

PORTIA There is no one who ventured here for my humble body, who did not swear to observe these few conditions. Prince Aragorn I am ready.May fate grant my wish!One of gold, one of silver, and one of vile lead. "Whoever chooses me must be prepared to sacrifice everything he has." If you want me to sacrifice for you, it should look better.What does that gold box say?what!Let me see: "He who chooses me shall have what all desire." What all desire!The "crowd" may refer to the ignorant crowd, who only know how to judge people by their appearance, relying on a pair of foolish eyes, and don't know how to look into the heart, just like swallows build their nests in the wind and rain outside the wall In the world, I think I can keep everything safe, but I don't think that disasters will follow one after another.I don't want to choose what the crowd desires, because I don't want to go with the crowd and the vulgar crowd.Then let me see you, you treasure house of silver; let me see again the words engraved on you: "Whoever chooses me shall receive his due." Well said, if a man is himself Without any merits, how can you try to do something wrong?Honor and nobility are not something that the unvirtuous can steal.well!If all the noble and high-ranking officials in the world can be rewarded for their merits, and they don’t need to seek profit, then how many people who take off their hats and serve will be crowned and dressed, how many people who give orders will only obey orders, and how many despicable dross can be sifted from the noble seeds. Separation, how many hidden talents and abilities can be picked out from the chaff of the world, and let them shine!Gossip less, let me consider how to choose. "Whoever chooses me shall have his due." Then I shall take my share.Give me the key to this box, and let me at once unlock my destiny hidden within. (Opens the silver box.)

PORTIA What do you see here?Why did you stay silent? Prince Aragorn What is this?A portrait of a squinting fool with words written on it!Let me read it.well!How far you are from Portia!How far you have come from my hopes, from what I deserve! "Whoever chooses me shall get his due." Should I just look like a fool?Is that my prize?Shouldn't I be getting something better? PORTIA Slander and judgment are two things with different functions and opposite in nature. Prince Aragorn What is written here? The silver was burned seven times in the fire; That never wrong judgment, You must also go through seven trials.

Some people spend their lives chasing phantoms, I had no choice but to seek satisfaction in the phantom. I know there are dumb birds in the world, The void has a silver-plated exterior; Marry any kind of wife and house as you like, Can't get rid of this fool's skin; Go, sir, and waste no more time! If I stay here again in a daze, Looks like a complete fool; Come here with a stupid head to propose, Take two stupid heads back home. Farewell, beauty, I will keep my oath, Momo endured the torment of anger in his heart. (Exeunt Prince Arabey with his attendants.) Portia is wounding like a moth in a candle,

These fools pretend to be wise, It is inevitable to be fooled by cleverness. As the old saying of Nerissa said, hang yourself to marry a wife, It is a predetermined number of days for a person. Portia come, Nerissa, and draw down the tent. Enter a Servant. Where's Miss Servant? PORTIA Here; what's your lord's advice? Miss servant, there is a young Venetian at the door, saying that he is coming to announce that his master is coming; Several very expensive presents.The little one has never seen such a decent messenger of Love; and the weather in April, which foretells the approaching lush summer, is not so gentle as this handsome servant who is the harbinger of his master.

PORTIA Pray don't go on; you praise him so much, I'm afraid you'll call him your relation.Come, come, Nerissa, I should like to see this honorable messenger from Love. Nerissa Venus, if it were Bassanio! (same below.)