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Laun, Sola! where? where? Lor. Here. Laun. Tell him, there's a poft come from my master, with his horn full of good news. My master will be here ere morning.

Lor. Sweet love, let's in, and there expect their coming. And yet no matter : why should we go in ? My friend Stephano, fignify, I pray you, Within the house, your mistress is at hand ;

[Exit Stephano. And bring your musick forth into the air. How sweet the moon-light sleeps upon this bank !. Here will we sit, and let the sounds of musick Creep in our ears ; foft ftillness, and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Fellica : look, how the floor of hear'n Is thick inlay'd with patterns of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'A, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubims; Such harmony is in immortal sounds! (19) But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grofly close us in, we cannot hear it. Come, ho, and wake Diana with a hymn; With sweetest touches pierce your mistress' ear, And draw her home with musick.

(10) Such Harmony is in immortal Souls ;] But the Harmo. ny here described is that of the Spheres, so much celebrated by the Ancients. He says, the fra!left Orb fings like an Argel; and then subjoins, Such Harmony is in imn.ortal Souls : But the Harmony of the Angels is not here meant, but of the Orbs. Nor are we to think, that here the Poet alludes to the Nolion, that each Orb has its Intelligence or Angel to direct it; for then with no Propriety could he say, the oib fung like an Tingel : he frould rather have faid, the Angel in the Orb jung. We must therefore correct the Line thus ;

Such Harmony is in immortal Sounds : i. c. in the Musick of the Spheres.

Mr. W'ar burtong

Jef. I'm never merry, when I hear sweet mufick.

[Mufick. Lor. The reason is, your spirits are attentive; For do but note a wild and wanton herd, Or race of youthful and unhandled colts, Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud, (Which is the hot condition of their blood) If they perchance but hear a trumpet found, Or any air of musick touch their ears, You shall perceive them make a mutual stand; Their savage eyes turn'd to a modest gaze, By the sweet power of musick. Therefore, the Poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, itones, and floods ; Since nought so ttockish, hard and full of rage, But musick for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no mufick in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.-Mark the musick.

Enter Portia and Neriffa.

Por. That light we fee, is burning in my hall :
How far that little candle throws his beams !
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

Ner. When the moon shone, we did not see the candle.

Por. So doth the greater glory dim the less ; A subltitute shines brightly as a King, Until a King be by ; and then his state Empties itself, as doth an inland brcok Into the main of waters. Mofick, hark ! [Mufick. Ner. It is the musick, Madam, of your

house. Por. Nothing is good, I fee, without respect: Methinks, it sounds much sweeter than by day.

Ner. Silence bestows the virtue on it, Madam.
Por. The crow doth fing as sweetly as the lark,
When neither is attended ; and, I think,
The nightingale, if she should fing by day,

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When every goose is cackling, would be thought
No better a musician than the wren.
How many things by season feason'd are
To their right praise, and true perfection?
Peace! how the moon sleeps with Endymion,
And would not be awaked !

(Musck ceases. Lor. That is the voice, Or I am much deceiv'd, of Portia.

Por. He knows me, as the blind man knows the cuckow, By the bad voice.

Lor, Dear lady, welcome home. Por. We have been praying for our husbands' healths, Which speed, we hope, the better for our words. Are they return'd?

Lor. Madam, they are not yet ; But there is come a messenger before, To signify their coming.

Por. Go Nerija, Give order to my fervants, that they take No note at all of our being abfent hence ; Nor you, Lorenzo ; Jeffica, nor you. [ A Tucket founds

Lor. Your husband is at hand, I hear his trumpet: We are no tell-tales, Madam, fear you notx??

Por. This night, methinks, is but the day-light fick ; It looks a little paler ; 'tis a day, Such as the day is when the sun is hid. Enter Baffanio, Anthonio, Gratiano, and their followers.

Bas. We should hold day with the Antipodes,
If you would walk in absence of the sun.

Por. Let me give light, but let me not be light;
For a light wife doth make a heavy husband ;
And never be Bassanio fo from me ;
But God fort all ! you're welcome home, my lord.

Bas. I thank you, Madam: give welcome to my friend;
This is the man, this is Anthonio,
To whom I am so infinitely bound.

Por. You should in all sense be much 'bound to him ; For, as I hear, he was much bound for you.

Anth.

Anth. No more than I am well acquitted of.

Por. Sir, you are very welcome to our house ; It must appear in other ways than words; Therefore I fcant this breathing courtesy.

Gra. By yonder moon, I swear, you do me wrong; In faith, I gave it to the judge's clerk. (To Neriffa. Would he were gelt that had it, for my part, Since you do take it, love, so much at heart.

Por. A quarrel, ho, already! what's the matter?

Gra. About a hoop of gold, a paltry sing,
That she did give me, whose poely was
For all the world like cutler's poetry
Upon a knife; Love me, and leave me not.

Ner. What talk you of tiie poesy, or the value ?
You swore to me, when I did give it you,
That you would wear it ?uill your hour of death,
And that it should lie with

you
in

your grave: Tho' not for me, yet

for
your

vehement oaths,
You should have been respective, and have kept it.
Gave it a Judge's clerk ! but well I know,
The clerk will ne'er wear hair on's face that had it,

Gra. He will, an' if he live to be a man.
Ner. Ay, if a woman live to be a man.

Gra. Now, by this hand, I gave it to a youth,
A kind of boy, a little scrubbed boy,
No higher than thyself, the Judge's clerk ;
A prating boy, that begg'd it as a fee :
I could not for my heart deny it him.

Por. You were to blame, I must be plain with you,
To part fo slightly with your wife's firit gift;
A thing stuck on with oaths upon your finger,
And riveted with faith unto your flesh.
I gave my love a ring, and made him swear
Never to part with it; and here he stands,
I dare be fworn for him, he would not leave it,
Nor pluck it from his finger, for the wealth
That the world masters. Now, in faith, Gratiano,
You give your wife too unkind a cause of grief;
An 'twere to me, I should be mad at it.
Bal. Why, I were best to cut my left hand off,

And

And swear, I loft the ring defending it. [ Afde.

Gra. My lord Bafanio gave his ring away
Unto the judge that begg'd it, and, indeed,
Delerv'd it too; and then the boy, his clerk,
That took fome pains in writing, he begg'd mine ;
And neither man nor master, would take aught
But the two rings.

Pur. What ring gave you, my lord ?
Not that, I hope, which you receiv'd of me.

Baj: If I could add a lye urto a fault,
I would deny it; but you see my finger
Ilath not the ring upon it, it is gone.

Per. Even fo void is your false heart of truth.
Ey heaven, I will nc'er come in your bed
Until I see the ring.

Nor. Nor I in yours, "Till I again see mine.

Baf. Sweet Portia,
If you did know to whom I gave the ring,
If you did know for whom I gave the ring,
And would conceive for what I

gave
And how unwillingly I left the ring,
When nought would be accepted but the ring,
You would abate the frength of your displeasure.

Por. If you had known the virtue of the ring,
Or half her worthineis that

gave

the ring,
Or your own honour to retain the ring,
You would not then have parted with the ring..
What man is there so much unreasonable,
If

you had pleas'd to have defended is
With any terms of zeal, wanted the modesty
To

urge the thing held as a ceremony?
Nerisa teaches me what to believe;
l'll die for't, but some woman had the ring:

Bal. No, by mine honour, Madam, by my soul,
No woman had it, but a Civil Doctor,
Who did refuse three thousand ducats of me,
And begg'd the ring; the which I did deny him,
And fuífer'd him to go displeas'd away ;
Ev’n he, that did uphold the very

life

Of

the ring,

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