My messenger has informed me about the arrival of a Venetian who he had sent expensive gifts and nice and polite greetings. He was described to be a promising candidate for my love. Nerissa and I hope that it is Bassanio, who has finally arrived to woo me. I am so happy and excited! O my love, you have finally arrived. I wish with all my heart that you choose the right casket and marry me.
This is Bassanio. Isn’t he dashing?
The Prince of Arragon had chosen the silver casket with the following words inscribed onto it : “who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves”.
HOORAY! It did not have my picture in it! 😀 The prince barely concealed his irritation and had nothing left to say so he took his leave, never being able to marry anyone else in his life.
I had heard about another suitor arriving and rushed to find out who it was, hopefully, Bassanio, but it was just the Prince of Arragon.
I secretly wished that he would also choose the wrong casket so that I did not need to marry him. I am still waiting for Bassanio. How long more must i wait for you?
The Prince of Morocco has chosen the golden casket and when he opened it, my photo was not in it but in replacement was a scroll with this note:
“All that glisters is not gold. Often you have heard that told. Many a man his life hath sold, but my outside to behold. Glided tombs do worm infold. Had you been as wise as bold, young in limbs, in judgement old, your Answer had not been inscrolled, fare you well, your suit is cold.”
I feel relieved that he had chosen the wrong casket. YAY! I do not need to marry him!
O my Bassanio! Where are you? I am waiting for your arrival to attempt to marry me!
The Prince of Morocco has made his appearance today. He was dressed all in white and came to ask for my hand in marriage by taking the test my father has schemed. He started talking about his skin colour and shows that he is aware of the racial prejudice towards him but I assured him that he has a fair chance like the rest of the suitors when he takes the tests. Actually, I am in love with one of the suitors, Bassanio. I am waiting for his arrival and I hope the Prince of Morocco will not choose the right casket but oh well, I guess i have to see how it goes! Fate will decide what will happen.
This is how he looked
I feel lonely and like a prisoner as i am bound by my father’s dying wishes regarding the scheme of choosing caskets to become my husband. I wish i had a say and a choice to who i am going to marry, but so far, no suitor has been willing to attempt to choose the caskets. I hope my Mr. Right will arrive soon and marry me.
I hope my Mr.Right will appear soon and can make me feel this way.
Hi all readers! My name is Portia and I am a rich, intelligent and rich heiress. My deceased father had come up with a scheme to choose my husband that is truly fit to love me and not just there for the ducats i own. The suitors will have to choose a casket with my picture in it.
There are three choices, one made from gold, silver and lead.
Here is how the caskets look like.
If the suitors chooses the right one, he gets to marry me but if he chooses the wrong one, he has to stay single for his whole life.
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