One half of me is yours,[895] the other half yours,[896]
Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours,[897]
And so all yours.
I speak too long; but ’tis to peize the time,
To eke it, and to draw it out[898] in length,
To stay you from election.
Bassanio.—
Let me choose;[899]
For as I am, I live upon the rack.
Come, let me to my fortune[900] and the caskets.