Act 2 Scene 1

In terms of choice I am not solely led

By nice direction of a maiden’s eyes.

Besides, the lottery of my destiny

Bars me the right of voluntary choosing.

But if my father had not scanted me

And hedged me by his wit to yield myself

His wife who wins me by that means I told you,

Yourself, renownèd Prince, then stood as fair

As any comer I have looked on yet

For my affection.

She tells him that although she has her own criteria of what she looks for in a man, it doesn't matter anyway as she has no free will in regards to her marriage. Portia says he has as good a chance as any of winning (lottery) the box test.