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Jes. I would out-night you, did no body come; But, hark, I hear the footing of a man.
25 Lor. Who comes so fast in silence of the night ?
Steph. A friend.
By holy crosses, where she kneels and prays
Who comes with her ?
Laun. Sola, sola! wo ha, ho! sola, sola! 40 Lor. Who calls ?
Laun. Sola ! did you see Master Lorenzo ?
Lor. Leave hollaing, 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
[Exit. Lor. Sweet soul, let's in, and there expect their coming. 60 And yet no matter: why should we go in ?
My friend Stephano, signify, I pray you,
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! 55 Here will we sit and let the sounds of music ·
Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night
Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold :
But in his motion like an angel sings,
But whilst this muddy vesture of decay
Come, ho! and wake Diana with a hymn:
[Music. Jes. I am never merry when I hear sweet music. 70 Lor. The reason is, your spirits are attentive:
For do but note a wild and wanton herd,
Which is the hot condition of their blood;
Or any air of music touch their ears,
By the sweet power of music: therefore the poet
Since nought so stockish, hard and full of rage,
The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, 85 Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils;
The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
Enter PORTIA and NERISSA.
Por. That light we see is burning in my hall. . 90 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 :
Empties itself, as doth an inland brook
Ner. It is your music, madam, of the house.
Por. Nothing is good, I see, without respect: 100 Methinks it sounds much sweeter than by day.
Ner. Silence bestows that virtue on it, madam.
Por. The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark When neither is attended, and I think
The nightingale, if she should sing by day,
No better a musician than the wren.
[Music ceases. 110 Lor.
That is the voice, Or I am much deceived, of Portia.
Por. He knows me as the blind man knows the cuckoo, By the bad voice.
Dear lady, welcome home.
Madam, they are not yet;
Go in, Nerissa:
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 daylight sick; 125 It looks a little paler: 'tis a day,
Such as the day is when the sun is hid.
Enter BASSANIO, ANTONIO, GRATIANO, and their followers.
Bass. We should hold day with the Antipodes, If you
would walk in absence of the sun.
And never be Bassanio so for me:
Bass. I thank you, madam. Give welcome to my friend. This is the man, this is Antonio, 135 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.
Por. Sir, you are very welcome to our house: 140 It must appear in other ways than words,
Therefore I scant this breathing courtesy.
Gra. [To Ner.] By yonder moon I swear you do me wrong; In faith, I gave it to the judge's clerk.
Por. A quarrel, ho, already! what's the matter? 145 Gra. About a hoop of gold, a paltry ring
That she did give me, whose posy was
Ner. What talk you of the posy or the value?
hour of death And that it should lie with you in your grave: Though not for me, yet for your vehement oaths,
You should have been respective and have kept it.
Gra. He will, an if he live to be a man.
Gra. Now, by this hand, I gave it to a youth, 160 A kind of boy, a little scrubbed boy,
No higher than thyself, the judge's clerk,
Por. ,You were to blame, I must be plain with you, 165 To part so slightly with your wife's first gift;
A thing stuck on with oaths upon your finger
Never to part with it; and here he stands;
Nor pluck it from his finger, for the wealth
Bass. [Aside] Why, I were best to cut my left hand off, And swear I lost the ring defending it.