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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 :
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.
When every goose is cackling, would be thought
(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,
Por. Let me give light, but let me not be light;
Bas. I thank you, Madam: give welcome to my friend;
Por. You should in all sense be much 'bound to him ; For, as I hear, he was much bound for you.
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,
Ner. What talk you of tiie poesy, or the value ?
your grave: Tho' not for me, yet
Gra. He will, an' if he live to be a man.
Gra. Now, by this hand, I gave it to a youth,
Por. You were to blame, I must be plain with you,
And swear, I loft the ring defending it. [ Afde.
Gra. My lord Bafanio gave his ring away
Pur. What ring gave you, my lord ?
Baj: If I could add a lye urto a fault,
Per. Even fo void is your false heart of truth.
Nor. Nor I in yours, "Till I again see mine.
Baf. Sweet Portia,
Por. If you had known the virtue of the ring,
you had pleas'd to have defended is
urge the thing held as a ceremony?
Bal. No, by mine honour, Madam, by my soul,