Lies all within. Deliver me the key:
060 Here do I choose, and thrive I as I may!
Por. There, take it, prince; and if my form lie there,
[062] Then I am yours. [He unlocks the golden casket.
Mor.
O hell! what have we here?
A carrion Death, within whose empty eye
[064] There is a written scroll! I’ll read the writing. [Reads.
065 All that glisters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told: