Question

Morocco
Even for that I thank you:
Therefore, I pray you, lead me to the caskets
25 To try my fortune. By this scimitar,
That slew the Sophy and a Persian prince
That won three fields of Sultan Solyman,
I would outstare the sternest eyes
that look,
Outbrave the heart most daring on the earth,
30 Pluck the young sucking cubs from the she-
bear,
Yea, mock the lion when he roars for
prey,
To win thee, lady. But, alas the while!
IF Hercules and Lichas play at dice
Which is the better man, the
greater throw
35 May turn by fortune from the weaker hand:
So is Alcides beaten by his page;
And so may I, blind fortune leading me,
Miss that which one unworthier may attain,
And die with grieving.


Explain the above speech

Answer 1

Answer:

Morocco

Even for that I thank you:

Therefore, I pray you, lead me to the caskets

25 To try my fortune. By this scimitar,

That slew the Sophy and a Persian prince

That won three fields of Sultan Solyman,

I would outstare the sternest eyes

that look,

Outbrave the heart most daring on the earth,

30 Pluck the young sucking cubs from the she-

bear,

Yea, mock the lion when he roars for

prey,

To win thee, lady. But, alas the while!

IF Hercules and Lichas play at dice

Which is the better man, the

greater throw

35 May turn by fortune from the weaker hand:

So is Alcides beaten by his page;

And so may I, blind fortune leading me,

Miss that which one unworthier may attain,

And die with grieving.

Answer 2

Answer:

MOROCCO

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.

MOROCCO

Thank you for saying that. Show me the caskets and let me try my luck. I swear by my sword, which killed the Shah of Persia and a Persian prince and defeated the Sultan Suleiman three times, that I would face the meanest-looking warriors on earth. I would act braver than the bravest man on earth. I would grab bear cubs from a ferocious mother bear, or tease a hungry lion—all of this in order to win your love, lady. But this is bad! If the hero Hercules and his servant Lychas rolled the dice, which would win? Not the greater hero. Just the one who happened to be luckier that time. And just as Hercules could be beaten by his servant, blind luck could make me lose this test and make someone worse than me win. If that happened, I’d die of sadness.