Doth teach me answers for deliverance!
But let me to my fortune and the caskets.
040 Por. Away, 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.
Let music sound while he doth make his choice;
[044] Then, if he lose, he makes a swan-like end,
045 Fading in music: that the comparison
[046] May stand more proper, my eye shall be the stream,
And watery death-bed for him. He may win;