Portia.—
Away,[901] then! I am lock’d in one of them;
If you do love me, you will find me out.
Nerissa and the rest, stand all aloof.[902]
Let music sound while he doth make his choice;
Then, if he lose, he makes a swan-like end,
Fading[903] in music: that the comparison
May stand more proper, my eye shall be the stream
And watery death-bed for him.
Go,[904] Hercules!