Prince of Morocco- Mislike me not for my complexion,/The shadowed livery of the burnished sun,/To whom I am neighbor and near bred./Bring me the fairest maiden northward born,/Where Phoebus’ fire scarce thaws the icicles…/I tell thee, lady, this aspect of mine/Hath feared the valiant…
Portia- In terms of choice I am not soley led/By nice direction of a maiden’s eyes.
-Merchant of Venice, 2.1.1-14
I was surprised too, seeing his daughter as a bride in white pancake, while her brothers, younger sister, mother and grandmother better reflected their true clime, Dār al-Kabābīsh, Sudan (a Black, n., Aswad, pl. Sūdān, from the verb Sawwada, To Make a Rough Draft, To Cover Paper with Dense Writing, To Scribble), both in fact and in name.
