518 Mor. Mislike me not for my complexion,

519The shadowed liuerie of the burnisht sunne,

520To whom I am a neighbour, and neere bred.

521Bring me the fairest creature North-ward borne,

522Where Phoebus fire scarce thawes the ysicles,

523And let vs make incision for your loue,

524To proue whose blood is reddest, his or mine.

525I tell thee Ladie this aspect of mine

526Hath feard the valiant, (by my loue I sweare)

527The best regarded Virgins of our Clyme

528Haue lou'd it to: I would not change this hue,

529Except to steale your thoughts my gentle Queene.

530Por. In tearmes of choise I am not solie led

531By nice direction of a maidens eies:

532Besides, the lottrie of my destenie

533Bars me the right of voluntarie choosing:

534But if my Father had not scanted me,

535And hedg'd me by his wit to yeelde my selfe

536His wife, who wins me by that meanes I told you,

537Your selfe (renowned Prince) than stood as faire

538As any commer I haue look'd on yet

539For my affection.

540Mor. Euen for that I thanke you,

541Therefore I pray you leade me to the Caskets

542To trie my fortune: By this Symitare

543That slew the Sophie, and a Persian Prince

544That won three fields of Sultan Solyman,

545I would ore-stare the sternest eies that looke:

546Out-braue the heart most daring on the earth:

547Plucke the yong sucking Cubs from the she Beare,

548Yea, mocke the Lion when he rores for pray

549To win the Ladie. But alas, the while

550If Hercules and Lychas plaie at dice

551Which is the better man, the greater throw

552May turne by fortune from the weaker hand:

553So is Alcides beaten by his rage,

554And so may I, blinde fortune leading me

555Misse that which one vnworthier may attaine,

556And die with grieuing.

557Port. You must take your chance,

558And either not attempt to choose at all,

559Or sweare before you choose, if you choose wrong

560Neuer to speake to Ladie afterward

561In way of marriage, therefore be aduis'd.

562Mor. Nor will not, come bring me vnto my chance.

563Por. First forward to the temple, after dinner

564Your hazard shall be made.

565Mor. Good fortune then, Cornets.

566To make me blest or cursed'st among men. Exeunt.