All my other emotions are vanishing into thin air! Oh, I need to calm down, make my love less intense. I’m feeling this too strongly.
Bassanio open the lead casket
What do we have here?
A picture of beautiful Portia! What artist captured her likeness so well? The painter was like a spider in creating it so delicately.
You who don’t judge by looks alone, Have better luck, and make the right choice. Since this prize is yours, Be happy with it, and don’t look for a new one. If you’re happy with what you’ve won And accept this prize as your blissful destiny, Then turn to where your lady is, And claim her with a loving kiss.
A nice message, my lady. Now, with your permission, this note authorizes me to give myself to you with a kiss.
But I’m in a daze, like someone who’s just won a contest and thinks that all the applause and cheering is for him, but isn’t sure yet. And so I’m standing here just like that wondering whether all this can be true until you tell me it is.
But I’m giving only faint praise of the picture, just as the picture, as good as it is, is only a faint imitation of the real woman herself. Here’s the scroll that sums up my fate: