| In Belmont, the prince of Morocco arrives to attempt to win Portias hand in marriage. The prince asks Portia not to judge him by his dark complexion, assuring her that he is as valorous as any European man. Portia reminds the prince that her own tastes do not matter, since the process of picking chests, stipulated in her fathers will, makes the prince as worthy as any other suitor |
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 | Please don't judge me by the countent of my skin but by the contense of my character | |
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| I mean I would but it's not up to me so who knows maybe there is hope | |
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| It is time for jessica to leave lancelot |
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| Farewell lancelot for we should meet again one day I love you | |
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| hopefully I love you to Remember me | |
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| Take care of your father | |
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| I will | |
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