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ears, You shall perceive them make a mutual stand, Their savage 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 NERISSA, at a distance.
the quality of being moved by sweet sounds (as he expresses it afterwards;) but our gross terrestrial part, which environs us, deadens the sound, and prevents our hearing. It, [Doth grossly close it, in,] I apprehend, refers to harmony. Malone.
wake Diana with a hymn;] Diana is the moon, who is in the next scene represented as sleeping.
Ner. When the moon shone, we did not see the
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 sing as sweetly as the lark,
many things by season seasoned are
[Musick ceases. Lor.
That is the voice, Or I am much deceiv'd, of Portia. Por. He knows me, as the blind man knows the
cuckoo, By the bad voice. Lor.
Dear lady, welcome home.
Madam, they are not yet ;
Go in, Nerissa,
7 -- without respect ;j Not absolutely good, but relatively good as it is modified by circumstances.
No note at all of our being absent hence;
[A tucket & sounds. 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, It looks a little paler; 'tis a day, Such as the day is when the sun is hid.
Enter BASSANIO, ANTONIO, GRATIANO, and their
would walk in absence of the sun.
me; But God sort all!- You are welcome home, my lord. Bass. I thank you, madam: give welcome to my
friend. This is the man, this is Antonio, 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: It must appear in other ways than words, Therefore, I scant this breathing courtesy.'
[GRATIANO and NERISSA seem to talk apart. Gra. By yonder moon, I swear, you do me wrong; In faith, I gave it to the judge's clerk: Would he were gelt that had it, for my part, Since you do take it, love, so much at heart.
8 A tucket -] Toccata, Ital. a flourish on a trumpet. 9 Let me give light, &c.] There is scarcely any word with which Shakspeare so much delights to trifle as with light, in its various significations. Johnson.
this breathing courtesy.) This verbal complimentary form, made up only of breath, i. e. words.
Por. A quarrel, ho, already? what's the matter?
Gra. About a hoop of gold, a paltry ring
Ner. , What talk you of the posy, or the value ?
Gra. He will, an if he live to be a man.
Gra. Now, by this hand, I gave it to a youth,
Por. You were to blame, I must be plain with you,
love a ring, and made him swear
Bass. Why, I were best to cut my left hand off,
like cutler's poetry --) Knives, as Sir J. Hawkins observes, were formerly inscribed, by means of aqua fortis, with short sentences, in distich. For posy, Mr. Malone reads poesy, in his last 'edition, but not in his first.
Nor I in yours,
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, 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.
Bass. If I could add a lie unto a fault, 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.
Por. If you had known the virtue of the ring,
Bass. No, by mine honour, madam, by my soul,