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| Flourish cornets Enter the Prince of MOROCCO, a
tawny Moor all in white, and three or four followers accordingly, with
PORTIA, NERISSA, and their train |
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| Trumpets play. The prince of MOROCCO
, a brown-skinned man dressed in all white, enters, followed by three or four servants
dressed in costumes like his. PORTIA, NERISSA, and their
ATTENDANTS enter. |
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Mislike me not for my complexion, |
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The shadowed livery of the burnished sun, |
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To whom I am a neighbor and near bred. |
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Bring me the fairest creature northward born, |
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Where Phoebus' fire scarce thaws the icicles, |
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And let us make incision for your love |
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To prove whose blood is reddest, his or mine. |
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I tell thee, lady, this aspect of mine |
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Hath feared the valiant. By my love I swear |
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The best-regarded virgins of our clime |
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Have loved it too. I would not change this hue |
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Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen. |
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| MOROCCO |
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Don't hold my skin color against me. I was born and raised in the sun, which
is why I'm dark-skinned. But I'm as red-blooded as any man. Show me the
best-looking person born in the freezing north, where the sun barely thaws the icicles.
I'll win your love by cutting myself to prove to you I have redder blood than he
does. I'm telling you, madam, my skin color has made brave men fear me and Moroccan
girls love me. I wouldn't change it except to make you think of me, my darling
queen. |
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In terms of choice I am not solely led |
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By nice direction of a maiden's eyes. |
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Besides, the lottery of my destiny |
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Bars me the right of voluntary choosing. |
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But if my father had not scanted me |
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And hedged me by his wit to yield myself |
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His wife who wins me by that means I told you, |
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Yourself, renownèd Prince, then stood as fair |
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As any comer I have looked on yet |
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For my affection. |
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| PORTIA |
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Being good-looking isn't the only way to my heart, you know. I have other
criteria for choosing a husband. Not that it matters, because the box test takes away my
free choice anyway. But if my father hadn't restricted me like
this—forcing me to marry whoever wins his test—then you'd
have had as good a chance to marry me as any of the suitors I've met so far,
prince. |
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