Mor.
Even for that I thank you:
Therefore, I pray you, lead me to the caskets.
[024] To try my fortune. By this scimitar
025 That slew the Sophy and a Persian prince
That won three fields of Sultan Solyman,
[027] I would outstare the sternest eyes that look,
Outbrave the heart most daring on the earth,
Pluck the young sucking cubs from the she-bear,
[030] Yea, mock the lion when he roars for prey,