Yes! Great news!
The Moroccan Prince, who tried to steal Portia away from me, was a fool and the test got him! Yes, he can never marry in his lifetime because he failed the test! I sense that I’m much closer to my dear Portia… Yes…
I’m sure that the test will be easy. All the suitors whom I have heard of who failed the test must really be imbeciles, and I’m sure I’ll stand a much better chance at winning Portia’s hand than them.
You could say I have no reason to say so, but I guess it’s just my way to comfort myself and reassure myself that I’ll be with my dear Portia… And more importantly, her money!
I’m currently sailing to Belmont… Each moment is slow and lonely as I await the moment when I can finally see Portia again… I busy myself with thinking about her, writing about her… And I recently came up with this poem which I hope to let her read when I do see her again. I hope it touches her heart just as her loving gaze touched mine the previous time I was in Belmont.
The bright pink stands out amongst the solemn aquamarine pages of my journal, but it’s just like how my dear Portia stands out, her beauty distinguishing her as the one and only love of my life.
– Bassanio