SCENE II. Venice. A street.

Enter PORTIA and NERISSA.

Por. Inquire the Jew's house out, give him this deed,

And let him sign it: we'll away to-night,

And be a day before our husbands home :
This deed will be well welcome to Lorenzo.

Enter GRATIANO.

Grat. Fair sir, you are well overta'en :

My lord Bassanio, upon more advice,

Hath sent you here this ring; and doth entreat
Your company at dinner.

Por.

That cannot be :

This ring I do accept most thankfully;

And so, I pray you tell him. Furthermore,

I pray you, show my youth old Shylock's house.
Grat. That will I do.

Ner.

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ΙΟ

Sir, I would speak with you :

I'll see if I can get my husband's ring, [To PORTIA. Which I did make him swear to keep for ever.

Por. Thou may'st, I warrant.

swearing,

We shall have old

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That they did give the rings away to men;

But we'll outface them, and outswear them too.

Away! make haste: thou know'st where I will tarry. Ner. Come, good sir, will you show me to this

house?

[Exeunt.

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'The moon shines bright.-In such a night as this.'

ACT V.

Enter LORENZO and JESSICA.

Lor. The moon shines bright.-In such a night 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 walls,
And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents,

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Where Cressid lay that night.

Jess.

In such a night,

Did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew;

And saw the lion's shadow ere himself,

And ran dismay'd away.

Lor.

In such a night,

Stood Dido, with a willow in her hand,

Upon the wild sea-banks, and wav'd her love
To come again to Carthage.

Fess.

Medea gather'd the enchanted herbs

That did renew old son.

Lor.

In such a night,

In such a night,

Did Jessica steal from the wealthy Jew,

And with an unthrift love did run from Venice,

As far as Belmont.

Fess.

And in such a night,

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Did young Lorenzo swear he lov'd her well,
Stealing her soul with many vows of faith,
And ne'er a true one.

Lor.

And in such a night,

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Did pretty Jessica, like a little shrew,

Slander her love, and he forgave it her.

Jess. I would out-night you, did no body come : But, hark, I hear the footing of a man.

Enter STEPHANO.

Lor. Who comes so fast in silence of the night ? Steph. A friend.

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Lor. A friend? what friend? your name, I pray you, friend?

Steph. Stephano is my name; and I bring word, My mistress will before the break of day

Be here at Belmont: she doth stray about
By holy crosses, where she kneels and prays
For happy wedlock hours.

Lor.

Who comes with her?

Steph. None, but a holy hermit, and her maid. I pray you, is my master yet return'd?

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Lor. He is not, nor we have not heard from him.

But go we in, I pray thee, Jessica,

And ceremoniously let us prepare

Some welcome for the mistress of the house.

Enter LAUNCELOT.

Laun. Sola, sola! wo ha, ho! sola, sola!

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Lor. Who calls?

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Laun. Sola!-did you see master Lorenzo, and

mistress Lorenzo ?—sola, sola!

Lor. Leave hollaing, man; here.

Laun. Sola!-where? where ?

Lor. Here.

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Laun. Tell him there's a post come from my master, with his horn full of good news; my master will be here cre morning.

[Exit. Lor. Sweet soul, let's in, and there expect their coming.

And yet no matter;-why should we go in ?
My friend Stepháno, signify, I pray you,
Within the house, your mistress is at hand;
And bring your music forth into the air.-

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[Exit STEPHANO.

How sweet the moon-light sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night,

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Become the touches of sweet harmony.

Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven
Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold;

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But in his motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubins:
Such harmony is in immortal souls;
But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay
Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.—

Enter MUSICIANS.

Come, ho! and wake Diana with a hymn;
With sweetest touches pierce your mistress' ear,
And draw her home with music.

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[Music. Jess. I am never merry when I hear sweet music. Lor. The reason is, your spirits are attentive: 70 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;

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If they but hear perchance 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 modest gaze,

By the sweet power of music. Therefore, the poet
Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods;
Since naught so stockish, 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 sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils :
The motions of his spirit are dull as night,

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