The Casket Challenge

Arrived unto Belmont, we doth make haste.  Bassanio leading, his heart in a race.  Unto the fair Portia, Bassanio doth ascend, and there learneth of her father’s challenge.  For he who chooseth the casket that ‘tis right, wins her hand; yet he who chooseth wrong, no mistress wilt he gain.  No wed for he, not now, nor ever; the loser forever hast lost.  Three caskets lay awaiting, one of silver, one of gold, one cladden with lead:  Bassanio’s fate lie in this choice alone.  I pray thee, dear Bassanio, choose well!

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