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The made me vow,
Por. That 'scuse serves many men to save their gifts; And if
wife be not a mad woman,
[Exit with Nerissa.
Baj. Go, Gratiano, run and overtake him, Give him the ring; and bring him, if thou can'ft, Unto Anthonio's house : away, make hafte. [Exit. Gra. Come, you and I will thither presently.; And in the morning early will we both Fly toward Belmont; come, Anthonio. [Exeunt.
Re-enter Portia with Nerissa.
you here this ring, and doth intreat Your company at dinner.
Por. That cannot be.
Ner. Sir, I would speak with you.
[T. Por, Which I did make him swear to keep for ever.
Por. Thou may'st, I warrant. We shall have old That they did give the rings away to men; [swearing, But we'll out-face them, and out-fwear them too : Away, make haste, thou know'st where I will tarry. Ner. Come, good Sir,
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Belmont. A grove or green place before Portia's house.
Enter Lorenzo and Jessica. Lor.
as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise ; in such a night Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan wall; And figh’d his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night,
jef. In such a night
Lor. In such a night
Jef. In such a night
Lor. In such a night
Jef. And in such a night
Lor. And in such a night
Jef. I would out-night you, did no body come ;
Enter Stephano. Lor. Who comes so fast in Glence of the night ? Mef. A friend. Lor. What friend? Your name, I pray you, friend? VOL. II.
Mef. Stephano is my name, and I bring word,
Lor. Who comes with her ?
Mef. None but a holy hermit and her maid.
Laun. Sola ! did you see Master Lorenzo and Mistress Lorenzo ? sola, sola !
Lor. Leave hollowing, man: here
Laun. Tell him, there's a post 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 And yet no matter : why should we go in? [coming. My friend Stephano, signify, I pray you, Within the house, your mistress is at hand ;
[Exit. Stephano. And bring your music forth into the air. • How sweet the moon-light feeps upon this bank! • Here will we fit, and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears ; soft stillness, and the night
Become the touches of sweet harmony. * Sit, Jessica : look how the floor of heav'n * Is thick inlay'd with patens of bright gold ; * There's not the smallest orb which thou-behold'It, * But in his motion like an angel sings, • Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubims; * Such harmony is in immortal sounds ! * But whilft this muddy vesture of decay
Doth grossly close us in, we cannot hear it."
Come, ho, and wake Diana with a hymn;
[Musical 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 sound, • Or any air of music touch their ears, • You shall perceive them make a mutual stand; * Their savage eyes turn'd to a modeft gaze,
By the sweet power of music. Therefore the poet • Did fcign that Orpheus drew trees, ftones, and floods • Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of • But music for the time doth change his nature. • The man that hath no music in himself, • Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, • Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils;
The motions of his fpirit are dull as night,
Enter Portia and Nerissa.
Ner. When the moon shone, we did not see the candlet
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 itself, as doth an inland brook Into the main of waters. Music, hark ! [Musica
Ner. It is the music, Madam, of your house.
Por. Nothing is good, I see, without respect : Methinks it sounds much sweeter than by day.
Ner. Silence bestows the virtue on it, Madam.
Por. The crow doth sidg as sweetly as the larki
When every goose is cackling, would be thought
[Mufic ceases. Lor. That is the voice, Or I am much deceiv'd, of Portia.
Por. He knows me as the blind man knows the cucBy the bad voice.
[kow, 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;
Por. Go, Nerissa,
[ A tucket founds. Lor. Your husband is át 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 Bassanio, Anthonio, Gratiano, and their followers.
Ball. 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.
Baj. I thank you, Madam : Give welcome to my This is the man, this is Anthonio,
[friend; 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.
Ant. No more than I am well acquitted of.