[046] How much low peasantry would then be glean’d
From the true seed of honour! and how much honour
[048] Pick’d from the chaff and ruin of the times,
[049] To be new-varnish’d! Well, but to my choice:
050 ‘Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves.’
[051] I will assume desert. Give me a key for this,
[052] And instantly unlock my fortunes here. [He opens the silver casket.
Por. Too long a pause for that which you find there.
Ar. What’s here? the portrait of a blinking idiot,
055 Presenting me a schedule! I will read it.