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Come, ho, and wake Diana' with a hymn;
[Mufic: 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 music touch their ears, • You thall perceive them make a mutual stand; · Their favage eyes turn'd to a modest gaze, * By the sweet power of music. Therefore the poet • Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods; • Since nought so itockish, hard, and full of rage, * 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 founds, • Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and fpoils; · The motions of his fpirit are dull as night, . And his affections dark as Erebus : . Let no such man be trusted --Mark the music.'
Enter Portia and Nerissa.
Ner. When the moon Thone, we did not see the candle.
Por. So doth the greater glory dim the less; A fubititute Thines 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 ! [Music.
Ner. It is the music, Madam, of your house.
Ner. Silence beitows the virtue on it, Madam.
When every goose is cackling, would be thought
[Music ceases. Lor. That is the voice, Or I am much deceiv'd, of Portia.
Por. He knows me as the blind man knows the cuc. By 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, Nerilla,
[A tucket founds. 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 Bassanio, Anthonio, Gratiano, and their followers.
Bal. We should hold day with the Antipodes, If you
would walk in absence of the fun. Por. Let me give light, but let me not be light; For a light wife doth make a heavy husband; And never be Baitinio fo from me; But God fort all! You're welcome home, my Lord.
Ball. 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. Por. Sir, you are very welcome to our house ;
wear it till
It must appear in other ways than words;
Gra. By yonder moon I swear you do me wrong;
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 poesy, or the value ? You swore to me, when I did give it you, That you would
hour of death; And that it should lie with
Gra, He will, an' if he live to be a man.
Por. You were to blame, I must be plain with you,
on with oaths upon your finger, And riveted with faith unto your flesh. I gave my love a ring, and made him swear Never to part with it; and here he stands, I darę be sworn for him, he would not leave it, Nor pluck it from his finger, for the wealth That the world masters. Now, in faith, Gratiano, You give your wife too unkind a cause of grief; An 'twere to me, I should be mad at it.
Bas. Why, I were best to cut my left hand off, And swear I lost the ring defending it.
[Aide, Gra. My Lord Bassanio gave his ring away Unto the judge that begg’d it, and indeed Deserv'd it too; and then the boy his clerk, VOL. II. S
That took some pains in writing, he begg'd mine;
Por. What ring gave you, my Lord ?
3 I would deny it ; but you see my finger Hath not the ring upon it, it is gone.
Por. Even so void is your false heart of truth,
1 Until I see the ring.
Ner. Nor I in your's,
Ball. Sweet Portia,
gave And would conceive for what I
( And how unwillingly I left the ring, When nought would be accepted but the ring, You would abate the strength of your displeasure, Por. If
you had known the virtue of the ring, Or half her worthiness that
Ball. No, by mine honour, Madam, by my soul,
Had you been there, I think you would have begg'd The ring of me to give the worthy Doctor.
Por. Let not that Doctor e'er come near my house, Since he hath got the jewel that I lov'd, And that which you did swear to keep for me : I will become as liberal as you; I'll not deny him any thing I have, No, not my body, nor my husband's bed; Know him I shall, I am well sure of it. Lie not a night from home; watch me, like Argus: If you do not, if I be left alone, Now, by mine honour, which is yet my own, I'll have that Doctor for my bedfellow.
Ner. And I his clerk; therefore be well advis'd, How you do leave me to mine own protection.
Gra. Well, do you so; let me not take him then: For, if I do, I'll mar the young
clerk's pen. Ant. I am th'unhappy subject of these quarrels. Por. Sir, grieve not you; you are welcome, not)
withstanding. Baj. Portia, forgive me this inforced wrong. And in the hearing
of these many friends,
Por. Mark you but that!
Bal. Nay, but hear me :
Ant. I once did lend my body for his weal; Which, but for him that had your husband's ring,
[To Portia. Had quite miscarry'd. I dare be bound again,
2 My foul upon the forfeit, that your Lord Will er more break faith advisedly.
Por. Then you shall be his furety; give him this, And bid him keep it better than the other.
Ant. Here, Lord Bassanio, swear to keep this ring,