Saturday, April 20, 2013

The Choice


Mor. Let’s see once more this saying grav’d in gold:
Who chooseth me shall gain what many men desire.Why, that’s the lady: all the world desires her;
[...]
But here an angel in a golden bed
Lies all within. Deliver me the key:
Here do I choose, and thrive I as I may!


Por. There, take it, prince; and if my form lie there,
Then I am yours. [He unlocks the golden casket.

Mor. O hell! what have we here?
A carrion Death, within whose empty eye
There is a written scroll. I’ll read the writing.
All that glisters is not gold; 
Often have you heard that told:
Many a man his life hath sold
But my outside to behold:
Gilded tombs do worms infold.
Had you been as wise as bold,
Young in limbs, in judgment old,
Your answer had not been inscroll’d:
Fare you well; your suit is cold.

Cold, indeed; and labour lost:
Then, farewell, heat, and welcome, frost!
Portia, adieu. I have too griev’d a heart
To take a tedious leave: thus losers part. [Exit with his Train. Flourish of Cornets.

The Merchant of Venice (1600)
William Shakespeare



ELSA chooses a cup—a solid gold, emerald encrusted goblet. DONOVAN instantly takes it from her.  

DONOVAN
Oh, yes. It's more beautiful than I'd ever imagined. This certainly is the cup of the King of Kings.
[...]

His skin turns brown and leathery and stretches across his bones until it splits. His skeletal hands reach for ELSA's throat, choking her. INDY rushes forward and pushes DONOVAN away. As he falls he BODY BREAKS INTO FLAMES, then SHATTERS AGAINST THE WALL. 

KNIGHT
He chose...poorly.

Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade (1989)
written by Jeffrey Boam, Tom Stoppard, George Lucas, & Menno Meyjes

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