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Come, ho, and wake Diana' with a hymn;
With sweetest touches pierce your mistress' ear,
And draw her home with music.
Jef. I'm never merry when I hear sweet music.

[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.
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 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.
Por: Nothing is good, I fee, without respect :
Methinks it sounds much sweeter than by day.

Ner. Silence beitows the virtue on it, Madam.
Por. The crow doth fing as sweetly as the lark,
When neither is attended ; and, I think,
The nightingale, if she should fing by day,

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When every goose is cackling, would be thought
No better a musician than the wren.
How many things by season season'd are
To their right praise, and true perfection?
Peace! how the moon sleeps with Endymion,
And would not be awak'd !

[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 ;
But there is come a messenger before,
To fignify their coming.

Por. Go, Nerilla,
Give order to my servants, that they take
No note at all of our being absent hence;
Nor you, Lorenzo ; Jeffica, nor you.

[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;
Therefore I scant this breathing courtesy.

Gra. By yonder moon I swear you do me wrong;
In faith, I gave it to the judge's clerk. [To Neriffa.
Would he were gelt that had it, for my part,
Since

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,
That she did give me, whose poesy was,
For all the world, like cutlers poetry
Upon a knife : Love me : and leave me not.

Ner. What, talk you of the poesy, or the value ? You swore to me, when I did give it you, That you would

your

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,
Gave it a judge's clerk! but well I know,
The clerk will ne'er wear hair on's face that had it,

Gra, He will, an' if he live to be a man.
Ner. Ay, if a woman live to be a man.
Gra. Now, by this hand, I gave it to a youth,

I
A kind of boy, a little scrubbed boy,
No higher than thyself, the judge's clerk;
A pratting boy, that begg'd it as a fee :
I could not for my heart deny it him.

Por. You were to blame, I must be plain with you,
To part fo slightly with your wife's first gift;
A thing stuck

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

1

the ring;

the ring,

That took some pains in writing, he begg'd mine;
And neither man nor master would take aught
But the two rings.

Por. What ring gave you, my Lord ?
Not that, I hope, which you receiv'd of me.
Ball. If I could add a lie unto a fault,

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,
By Heav'n, I will ne'er come in

your
bed

1 Until I see the ring.

Ner. Nor I in your's,
Till I again see mine.

Ball. Sweet Portia,
If you did know to whom I gave the ring,
If you did know for whom I

gave And would conceive for what I

gave

( 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

gave

the ring,
Or your own honour to retain the ring,
You would not then have parted with the ring.
What man is there so much unreasonable,
If you had pleas’d to have defended it
With any terms of zeal, wanted the modesty
To urge the thing held as a ceremony ?
Nerissa teaches me what to believe;
I'll die for’t, but some woman had the ring.

Ball. No, by mine honour, Madam, by my soul,
No woman had it, but a civil doctor,
Who did refuse three thousand ducąts 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
Of my dear friend. What should I say, sweet Lady?
I was enforced to send it after him;
I was beset with shame and courtesy;
My honour would not let ingratitude
So much besmear it. Pardon me, good lady
And by these blessed candles of the night,

Had

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,
I swear to thee, ev'n by thine own fair eyes,
Wherein I see myself .

Por. Mark you but that!
In both mine eyes he doubly fees himself;
In each eye one ; swear by your double felf,
And there's an oath of credit !

Bal. Nay, but hear me :
Pardon this fault, and by my foul I swear
I never more will break an oath with thee.

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,
Baf. By heav'n, it is the fame I gave the Doctor.
Por, I had it' of him : pardon me, Baffanio;

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