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Laun. Sola! where ? where ?
my master, with his horn full of good news. My maiter will be here ere morning. Lor. Sweet love, let's in, and there expect their
(19) Such Harmony is in immortal Souls ; ] Bút the Harmony here described is That of the Spheres, so much celebrated by the Antients. He says, the smallest Orb fings like an Ano gel; and then subjoins, Such Harmony is in immortal Souls : But the Harmony of Angels is not here meant, but of the Orbs. Nor are we to think, that here the Poet alludes to the Notion, that each Orb has its Intelligence or Angel to direct it; for then with no Propriety could he say, the Orb Sung like an Angel: he should rather have said, the Angel in the Orb sung. We must therefore corre& the Line thus;
Such Harmony is in immortal Sounds : is en in the Musick of the Spheres,
Jes. 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 mufick 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, stones, and floods ; Since nought so stockish, hard and full of rage, But musick for the time doth change his nature. The man that hạth 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 dárk 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 fhone, we did not see the
candle. Por. So doth the greater glory dim the less ; A substitute shines brightly as a King, Until a King be by; and then his state Empties it felf, as doth an inland brook Into the main of waters. Musick, hark ! [Musick.
Ner. It is the musick, Madam, of your house,
Ner. Silence bestows the virtue on it, Madam.
When every goose is cackling, would be thought
cuckow, By the bad voice.
Lor. Dear lady, welcome home.
Lor. Madam, they are not yet ;
Por. Go, Nerisa,
Lor. Your husband is at hand, I hear his trumpet : We are no tell-tales, Madam, fear you not.
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.
Ball. We should hold day with the Antipodes,
would walk in absence of the sun.
Bal. 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 ; must appear in other ways than words ; herefore I scant this breathing courtesie.
Gra. By yonder moon, I swear, you do me wrong ; n faith, I gave it to the judge's clerk. [To Neriffa. Vould he were gelt that had it, for my part, ince 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 ring,
Ner. What talk you of the poesie, or the value ?
Gra. He will, and if he live to be a man.
Por. You were to blame, I must be plain with you,
And swear, I lost the ring defending it.
Gra. My lord Bassanio gave his ring away
Por. What ring gave you, my lord ?
Bal. If I could add a lie unto a fault,
Por. Even so void is your false heart of truth.
Ner. Nor I in yours, 'Till I again see mine.
Bal. Sweet Portia,
gave And would conceive for what I
Por. If you had known the virtue of the ring,
the thing held as a ceremony?
Ba/. 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 suffer'd him to go displeas'd away ;. Ev'n he, that did uphold the very life.