"The one of them contains my picture, Prince. If you choose that, then I am yours withal."
Some god direct my judgment! Let me see. I will survey th' inscriptions back again. [...]
“Who chooseth me must give and hazard all he hath.” Must give—for what? For lead? Hazard for lead? This casket threatens.
“Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves.” “As much as he deserves!”—pause there, Morocco, And weigh thy value with an even hand
“He who chooses me must give and risk all he has.”
“Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves.”
As much as I deserve! Why, that’s the lady. I do in birth deserve her, and in fortunes, In graces, and in qualities of breeding. But more than these, in love I do deserve
“Who chooseth me shall gain what many men desire.”
Lies all within.—Deliver me the key. Here do I choose, and thrive I as I may
“All that glisters is not gold— Often have you heard that told. Many a man his life hath sold But my outside to behold. Gilded tombs do worms enfold. Had you been as wise as bold, Young in limbs, in judgment old, Your answer had not been inscrolled. Fare you well. Your suit is cold— Cold, indeed, and labor lost.”
Good riddance!—Close the curtains and leave.—I hope everyone who looks like him will make the same choice