[013] Por. In terms of choice I am not solely led
By nice direction of a maiden’s eyes;
015 Besides, the lottery of my destiny
Bars me the right of voluntary choosing:
But if my father had not scanted me
[018] And hedged me by his wit, to yield myself
His wife who wins me by that means I told you,
020 Yourself, renowned prince, then stood as fair
As any comer I have look’d on yet
For my affection.