Baff.Deere fir, of force I must attempt you further,
Take fome remembrance of vs as a tribute,
Not as a fee: grant me two things I pray you,
Not to deny me, and to pardon me.

Por. You preffe me farre, and therefore I will yeeld,
Giue me your gloues, ile weare them for your sake,
And for your loue, ile take this ring from you.
Do not draw backe your hand, ile take no more,
And you in loue shall not deny me this.

Baff. This Ring good fir, alas it is a trifle,
I will not fhame my felfe to giue you this.
Por. I will haue nothing elfe but onely this,
And now methinkes I haue a minde to it.

Baff. There's more then this depends vpon the valew:
The dearest Ring in Venice I will giue you,

And finde it out by Proclamation,

Onely for this I pray you pardon mee?
Por. I fee fir you are liberall in offers,

You taught me firft to begge, and now me thinkes
You teach me how a begger fhould be anfwer'd.

Baff. Good fir, this Ring was giuen me by my wife,
And when she put it on, fhe made me vow,
That I fhould neither fell,nor giue, nor loose it.
Por. That fcufe ferues many men to faue their giftes,
And if your wife be not a mad woman,
And know how well I haue deferu'd the Ring,
She would not hold out enemy for euer,
For giuing it to me : well, peace bee with you.

An. My Lord Baffanio, let him haue the Ring,
Let his deferuings and my loue withall,
Bevalew'd gainft your wiues commandement.

Baff. Go Gratiano, tunne and ouertake him, Giue him the Ring, and bring him if thou canft Vnto Anthonios houfe, away,make haft.

Exeunt

Exeunt Gratiane.
Come

Come you and I will thither presently,
And in the morning early will we both
Fly toward Belmont, come Anthonio.

Enter Nerriffa.

Exeunt.

Por. Enquire the lewes house out, giue him this deede, And let him figne it, wee'l away to night,

And be a day before our husbands home:

This deede will be well welcome to Lorenzo.

Enter Gratiano.

Gra. Faire fir, you are well ore-tane,
My Lord Baffanio vpon more aduice,

Hath fent you heere this Ring, and doth intreate
Your company at dinner.

Por That cannot be,

This Ring I do accept most thankefully,
And fo I pray you tell him. Furthermore,

I pray you fhew my youth old Shylockes house.
Gra. That will I do,

Ner. Sir, I would fpeake with you.

Ile fee if I can get my husbands Ring,

Which I did make him fweare to keepe for euer.

:

Por. Thou maift I warrant, we shall haue old fwearing
That they did giue the Ring's away to men,

But weele out-face them,and out-fweare them 100,
Away,make haft,thou know'ft where I will tarry.

Ner.Come good fir, will you fhew me to this house?

Enter Lorenzo and Teffica

Lor. The Moone (hines bright.

In fuch a night as this,

When the sweet winde did gently kiffe the Trees,

13.

And:

And they did make no noyfe,in fuch a night,
Troylus me-thinks mounted the Troyan wals,
And figh'd his foule toward the Grecian Tents
Where Creada lay that night.

Leffica. In fuch a night

Did Thisbie fearefully ore-trip the dew,
And faw the Lyons fhadow ere himselfe,
And ranne difmayed away.

Loren. In fuch a night.

Stood Dido with a willow in her hand
Vpon the wilde fea banks, and waft her Loue
To come againe to Carthage.

Ieffect. In fuch a night,

Medea gathered the inchanted hearbs
That did renew old Efon.

Loren. In fuch a might

Did Jeffica fteale from the wealthy Iew,

And with an vnthrift loue did runne from Venice,
As farre as Belmont.

Jeffica. In fuch a night

Did young Lorenzo fweare he loued her well,

Stealing her foule with many vowes of faith,
And nere a true one.

Loren. In fuch a night

Did pretty leffica (like a little fhrew)

Slander her Loue, and he forgaue it her.

leffica.I would out-night you did nobody come:

But hearke,I heare the footing of a man.

Enter a Meffenger.

Loren. Who comes fo faft in filence of the night?
Meffen. A friend.

Loren. A friend, what friend,your name I pray you friend.
Meffen.Stephano is my name,and I bring word

My miftris will before the breake of day

Bee

Be heere at Belmont, the doth ftray about
By holy croffes where the kneeles and prayes
For happy wedlockes houres.

Loren. Who comes with her?

Meffen.None but a holy Herinit and her maid: I pray you is my Mafter yet return'd?

Loren, He is not,nor we haue not heard from him, But goe we in I pray thee leffica,

And ceremoniously let vs prepare

Some welcome for the Miftris of the houfe,

Enter Clowne.

Clowne.Sola,fola : wo ha,ho-fola,fola.

Loren Who calles?

Clown.Sola, did you see M.Lorenzo,M.Lorenzo,fola,fola, -,
Loren, Leaue hollowing man,heere.
Clown.Sola,where,where?

Loren, Heere.

Clown. Tell him there's a Poft come from my Mafter, with his horne full of good newes, my Mafter will be heere ere mor`ning,fweete foule.

Loren, Let's in, and there expect their comming,
And yet no matter; why should we go in?
My friend Stephano,fignifie I pray you.
Within the house,your miftris is at hand,
And bring your muficke foorth into the ayre.

How fweete the Moone-light fleepes vpon this banke,.
Heere will we fit, and let the founds of muficke
Creepe in our cares foft ftilneffe,and the night-
Become the turches of fiveete harmony:
Sit leffica,looke how the floore of heauen
Is thicke inlayed with pattents of bright gold,
There's not the fmalleft orbe which thou beholdft,.
But in his motion like an Angell fings,
Still quiring to the young eide Cherubins;

Such

Such harmony is in immortall foules;
But whilft this muddy vefture of decay
Doth groffely clote in it, we cannot heare it.
Come hoe, and wake Diana with him a hymne,
Wich fweetelt touches pierce your miftris eare,
And draw her home with Muficke.

Muficks playes.

lef. I am neuer merry, when Fheare fweete Mufick.
Lor. The reafon is, your fpirits are attentiue:
For, do but note a wilde and wanton heard,
Or race of youthfull and vnhandled Colts,
Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing lowd,
Which is the hot condition of their blood,
If they perchance but heare a Trumpet found,
Or any aire of muficke touch their cares,
You fhall perceive them make a mutualk stand,
Their fauage eies turn'd to a modeft gaze,

By the fweete power of muficke. Therefore the Poet
Did faine that Orpheus drew trees, ftones, and floods.
Since nought fo ftockish hard and full of rage,
But muficke for the time doth change his nature?
The man that hath no muficke in himselfe,
Nor is not moou'd with concord of fweete founds,
Is fit for treasons, ftratagems,and fpoyles,
The motions of his fpirit are dull as night,
and his affections darke as Terebus:

Let no fuch man be trufted. Marke the Muficke

Por. That light we feeis burning in my hall: How farre that little candle throwes his beames,

So fhines a good deede in a naughty world.

Ner. When the Moone fhone we did not fee the candle. Por. So doth the greater glory dim the leffe.

A fubfticuce shines brightly as a King.

deid