All that glisters is not gold – Shakespeare Speaks

It was a sunny afternoon.
William Shakespeare is working on his play The Merchant of Venice. His daughter comes to see him.
Father, look at my new ring! Isn’t it lovely, gold and shiny…
Dear daughter, it is very beautiful. Where did you get such a pretty thing?
From the market. It was much cheaper than the gold merchant!
Is it real gold?
Yes, of course!
So, my dear daughter, why is your finger green?
Oohhhh!
My dear daughter, you have a lot to learn… sit with me while I work.
The Merchant of Venice. The Prince of Morocco wants to marry the beautiful Portia.
But first, he must choose between three boxes: one made of gold, the second of silver,
and the third, of cheap lead.
Only one of the boxes contains a picture of Portia,
and if the Prince chooses the wrong one, he cannot marry her.
So, dear daughter, which box does he choose?
The gold box! Is it real gold?
He chooses the gold box indeed, and indeed it is real gold.
The Prince believes that only the most beautiful box can hold a painting of the beautiful Portia.
But in fact, it holds not a picture, but a scroll with these words:
All that glisters is not gold…
All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told:
Many a man his life hath sold But my outside to behold:
He thought that because the box is beautiful on the outside,
something beautiful must be inside… he was wrong.
We’ll leave them there for now.
Well that car looks fantastic, but all that glitters is not gold. Check the engine before you buy it.
Oh father, will you buy me a real gold ring? Pleeeeeaase?
Hmmm… to buy, or not to buy: that is the question.