Laun, Sola! where? where ? Lor. Here. 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. Lor. Sweet love, let's in, and there expect their coming. [Exit Stephano. Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubims; (1) Such Harmony is in immortal Souls ;] But the Harmeny here defcribed is that of the Spheres, fo much celebrated by the Ancients. He fays, the falleft Orb fings like an Argel; and then fubjoins, Such Harmony is in immortal Souls: But the Harmony of the Angels not here meant, but of the Orbs. Nor are we to think, that here the Poet alludes to the Notion, that each Orb has its Intelligence or Angel to direct it; for then with no Propriety could he fay, the Orb fung like an Angel: he fhould rather have faid, the Angel in the Orb fung. We must therefore correct the Line thus ; Such Harmony is in immortal Sounds: 2 Jef. I'm never merry, when I hear sweet mufick. Lor. The reafon is, your spirits are attentive; [Mufick Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud, By the fweet power of mufick. Therefore, the Poet Let no fuch man be trufted-Mark the mufick. Enter Portia and Neriffa. Por. That light we fee, is burning in my hall: 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 fubftitute fhines brightly as a King, Until a King be by; and then his ftate Empties itself, as doth an inland brook Into the main of waters. Mufick, hark! [Mufick. Ner. It is the mufick, Madam, of your houfe. When When every goofe is cackling, would be thought Lor. That is the voice, Or I am much deceiv'd, of Portia. [Mufick ceafes. 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' 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 meffenger before, Por. Go, Neriffa,.. Give order to my fervants, that they take No note at all of our being abfent hence; [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 fun is hid. Enter Baffanio, Anthonio, Gratiano, and their followers. Baff. We fhould hold day with the Antipodes, Por. Let me give light, but let me not be light; But God fort all! you're welcome home, my lord. To whom I am fo infinitely bound. friend; Por. You fhould in all fenfe be much bound to him; For, as I hear, he was much bound for you.. Anth. Anth. No more than I am well acquitted of. Por. Sir, you are very welcome to our house; It must appear in other than words; Therefore I fcant this breathing courtesy.. ways 1 Gra. By yonder moon, I fwear, you do me wrong; Ner. What talk you of the poefy, or the value? A kind of boy, a little fcrubbed boy, No higher than thyfelf, the Judge's clerk; I could not for my heart deny it him. Por. You were to blame, I must be plain with you, To part fo flightly with your wife's first gift; A thing ftuck on with oaths upon your finger, And riveted with faith unto your flesh. I gave my love a ring, and made him fwear Never to part with it; and here he stands, I dare be fworn for him, he would not leave it, Nor pluck it from his finger, for the wealth That the world mafters. Now, in faith, Gratiano, You give your wife too unkind a cause of grief; An 'twere to me, I fhould be mad at it. Baff. Why, I were beft to cut my left hand off, And And fwear, I loft the ring defending it. Gra. My lord Bassanio gave his ring away Per. What ring gave you, my lord? Not that, I hope, which you receiv'd of me. Per. Even fo void is your falfe heart of truth. Ner. Nor I in yours, If gave If you did know to whom I gave the ring, [Afide. Baff. No, by mine honour, Madam, by my foul, No woman had it, but a Civil Doctor, Who did refufe three thousand ducats of me, And begg'd the ring; the which I did deny him, Ev'n he, that did uphold the very life Of |