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I'll see if I can get my husband's ring,
[To Por. Which I did make him swear to keep for ever. Por. Thou may'st, I warrant: We shall have old
swearing, That they did give the rings away to men ; But we'll out-face them, and out-fwear them too, Away, make haite ; thou know'st where I will tarry. Ner. Come, good sir, will you shew me to this house?
Belmont. A Grove, or Green Place,
before Portia's House.
Enter Lorenzo, and Jeffica.
. In such a night,
Lor. In such a night,
old swearing,]-a torrent of oaths. “ Then here will be old utis." HENRY IV, Part 2, Act II, S. 4. Draw.
To come again to Carthage.
Jef. In such a night,
Lor. In such a night,
Jef. And in such a night,
Lor. And in such a night,
Jes. I would out-night you, did no body come;
Enter a Servant.
Lor. Who comes so fast in silence of the night?
Lor. Who comes with her ?
Serv. None, but a holy hermit, and her maid. I pray you, is my master yet return'd?
Lor. He is not, nor we have not heard from him. But go we in, I pray thee, Jessica,
And ceremoniously let us prepare
Enter Launcelot smacking a whip.
Laun. Sola ! did you see master Lorenzo, and mistress
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.
pattens ]—mall round plates.
With sweetest touches pierce your mistress' ear,
air of musick touch their ears, You shall perceive then make a mutual stand, Their favage eyes turn’d to a modest gaze, By the sweet power of musick: Therefore, the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods; Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But musick for the time doth change his nature : The man that hath no musick 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; And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.-Mark the musick.
Enter Portia, and Nerisa, at a distance.
Ner. When the moon shone, we did not see the candle.
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, Mufick ! hark ! [Mufick. Ner. It is your musick, madam, of the house. .
Por. Nothing is good, I see, ' without respect; Methinks, it sounds much sweeter than by day.
Ner. Silence bestows that virtue on it, madam.
Por. The crow doth fing as sweetly as the lark,
[Mufick ceases. Lor. That is the voice, Or I am much deceiv'd, of Portia.
Por. He knows me, as the blind man knows the cuckow, By the bad voice.
Lor. Dear lady. welcome home.
Por. We have been praying for our husbands' welfare, Which speed, we hope, the better for our words. Are they return’d?
Lor. Madam, they are not yet ;
Por. Go in, Nerissa,
[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.
I without respect ;]-not absolutely, but relatively, or as it is circum. hanced.