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I'll fee if I can get my husband's ring,
Which I did make him fwear to keep for ever.
That they did give the rings away to men ;
But we'll out-face them, and out-fwear them too.
ACT V. SCENE I.
Belmont. A Grove, or Green Place,
Enter Lorenzo, and Feffica.
Lor. The moon fhines bright:-In fuch a night as this, When the fweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noife; in fuch a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan wall, And figh'd his foul toward the Grecian tents, Where Creffid lay that night.
Jef. In fuch a night,
Did Thisbe fearfully o'er-trip the dew;
Lor. In fuch a night,
Stood Dido with a willow in her hand
old fearing,]-a torrent of oaths.
"Then here will be old utis.'
HENRY IV, Part 2, Act II, S. 4. 1 Draw.
To come again to Carthage.
Medea gather'd the enchanted herbs
Lor. In fuch a night,
Did Jeffica fteal from the wealthy Jew;
And with an unthrift love did run from Venice,
Jef. And in fuch a night,
Did young Lorenzo fwear he lov'd her well;
Lor. And in fuch a night,
Did pretty Jeffica, like a little fhrew,
Jef. I would out-night you, did no body come;
Enter a Servant.
Lor. Who comes fo fast in filence of the night?
Lor. A friend? what friend? your name,
Serv. Stephano is my name; and I bring word,
Lor. Who comes with her?
Serv. None, but a holy hermit, and her maid. I pray you, is my mafter yet return'd?
Lor. He is not, nor we have not heard from him. But go we in, I pray thee, Jeffica,
And ceremoniously let us prepare
Enter Launcelot fmacking a whip.
Laun. Sola, fola, wo ha, ho, fola, fola!
Lor. Who calls?
Laun. Sola! did you see mafter Lorenzo, and mistress Lorenza? fola, fola!
Lor. Leave hollowing, man; here.
Laun. Sola! where? where?
Laun. Tell him, there's a poft come from my master, with his horn full of good news; my mafter will be here ere morning. [Exit.
Lor. Sweet foul, let's in, and there expect their coming. And yet no matter;-Why fhould we go in? My friend Stephano, fignify, I pray you, Within the house, your mistress is at hand;
And bring your mufick forth into the air.- [Exit fervant.
'Here will we fit, and let the founds of mufick
Is thick inlay'd with 'pattens of bright gold;
Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubims.
་ pattens-fmall round plates.
cloje it in,]-deadens the found, ftifles, fuppreffes it. h Diana]-the moon.
With sweetest touches pierce your mistress' ear,
Jef. I am never merry, when I hear fweet mufick.
Lor. The reafon is, your fpirits are attentive:
Or race of youthful and unhandled colts,
You fhall perceive them make a mutual stand,
Enter Portia, and Neriffa, at a distance.
Por. That light we fee, is burning in my How far that little candle throws his beams! So fhines a good deed in a naughty world.
Ner. When the moon fhone, we did not fee 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! Ner. It is your musick, madam, of the house.
Por. Nothing is good, I fee, without respect;
To their right praise, and true perfection!-
And would not be awak'd!
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. Madam, they are not yet; But there is come a meffenger before, To fignify their coming.
Por. Go in, Neriffa,
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?
Give order to my fervants, that they take
No note at all of our being abfent hence ;—
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 fun is hid.
1 without respect ;]—not abfolutely, but relatively, or as it is circumftanced.