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The Merchant of Venice - furiodetti.it

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Act IISCENE I. Belmont. A room in PORTIA'S house.Flourish <strong>of</strong> cornets. Enter the PRINCE OF MOROCCO and his train;PORTIA, NERISSA, and others attendingMOROCCOMislike me not for my complexion,<strong>The</strong> shadow'd livery <strong>of</strong> the burnish'd sun,To whom I am a neighbour and near bred.Bring me the fairest creature northward born,Where Phoebus' fire scarce thaws the icicles,And let us make incision for your love,To prove whose blood is reddest, his or mine.I tell thee, lady, this aspect <strong>of</strong> mineHath fear'd the valiant: by my love I swear<strong>The</strong> best-regarded virgins <strong>of</strong> our climeHave loved <strong>it</strong> too: I would not change this hue,Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen.PORTIAIn terms <strong>of</strong> choice I am not solely ledBy nice direction <strong>of</strong> a maiden's eyes;Besides, the lottery <strong>of</strong> my destinyBars me the right <strong>of</strong> voluntary choosing:But if my father had not scanted meAnd hedged me by his w<strong>it</strong>, to yield myselfHis wife who wins me by that means I told you,Yourself, renowned prince, then stood as fairAs any comer I have look'd on yetFor my affection.MOROCCOEven for that I thank you:<strong>The</strong>refore, I pray you, lead me to the casketsTo try my fortune. By this scim<strong>it</strong>arThat slew the Sophy and a Persian prince26

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