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Duke. Sir, I intreat you home with me to dinner,
Por. I humbly do desire your Grace of pardon;
Duke. I'm sorry, that your leisure serves you not.
[Exit Duke and bis train. Ball. Most worthy gentleman! I and my
Ant. And stand indebted, over and above,
Por. He is well paid, that is well satisfy'd;
Baf. 'Dear Sir, of force I must attempt you further.
Por. You press me far, and therefore I will yield. Give me your gloves, I'll wear them for your sake, And, for your love, I'll take this ring from you. Do not draw back your hand, I'll take no more ; And you in love shall not deny me this.
Bar. This ring, good Sir, alas, it is a trifle; I will not shame my self to give you this.
Por. I will have nothing else but only this, And now, methinks, I have a mind to it, Táyar ta’A-Swala ñ an eis Tegiav. And fo Aristophanes, in his Frogs, when the Scene is in the Infernal Regions, makes Æacus talk of an Edi&t pass’d in Hell for granting Artists a Subsistence out of the Prytaneum. In This, says the Scholiast, a Custom is transferr'd to the Lower Regions, which was establish'd in Athens. Ταύτα μεταφέρει Ste er 'Atlsxñ év õv, sis ta nal' dfs. A Number of Instances more, of this fort, might be amass’d from the antient Stage-writers.
Ball. There's more depends on this, than is the value,
Por. I see, Sir, you are liberal in offers;
Bas Good Sir, this ring was giv'n me by my wife.
Por. That 'scuse serves many men to save their gifts; And if your wife be not a mad woman, And know how well I have deserv'd the ring, She wou'd not hold out enmity for ever, For giving it to me. Well, peace be with you!
[Exit with Neriffa. Anth. My lord Bassanio, let him have the ring. Let his deservings, and my love withal, Be valu'd ’gainst your wife's commandement.
BalGo, Gratiano, run and overtake him, Give him the ring; and bring him, if thou can'st, Unto Anthonio's house: away, make hafte. (Exit Gra. Come, you and I will thither presently; And in the morning carly will we both Fly toward Belmont ; come, Anthonio. [Exeunt.
Re-enter Portia and Neriffa. Por. Enquire 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.
Por. That cannot be.
I pray you, shew my Youth old Shylock's house.
Ner. Sir, I would speak with you.
We shall have old swearing, That they did give the rings away to men ; But we'll out-face them, and out-swear them too: Away, make hafte, thou know'ft where I will tarry. Ner. Come, good Sir, will you thew me to this house?
A CT V.
SCENE, BELMONT. A Grove, or Green
place before Portia's House.
Enter Lorenzo and Jessica.
When the fweet wind did gently kiss the trees,
Jef. In such a night,
Lor. In such a night,
Jef. In such a night,
Lor. In such a night,
Jef. And in such a night,
Lor. And in such a night,
Jef. I would out-night you, did no body come:
Enter Stephano. Lor. Who comes so fast, in silence of the night? Mef. A friend. Lor. What friend ? your name, I pray you, friend? Mef. 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 ?
Mes. None, but a holy hermit, and her maid. I pray you, is my master yet retúrn’d?
Lor. He is not, nor have we yet heard from him ; But go we in, I pray thee, Jesica, And ceremoniously let us prepare Some welcome for the mistress of the house.
Laun. Sola! did you see master Lorenzo and mistress
Laun. Sola! where? where?
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.
Lor. Sweet love, let's in, and there expect their coming. And yet no matter: why should we go in? My friend Stephano, signifie, I pray you, Within the house, your mistress is at hand;
[Exit Stephano. And bring your musick forth into the air. How sweet the moon-light sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we fit, and let the sounds of musick Creep in our ears; soft ftillness, and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Hefica: look, how the floor of heav'n Is thick inlay'd with patterns of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubims; Such harmony is in immortal sounds! (31) But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grolly close us in, we cannot hear it. Come, ho, and wake Diana with a hymn; With sweetest touches pierce your mistress' ear, And draw her home with musick.
(31) Such Harmony is in immortal Souls ;] But the Harmony here defcribed is That of the Spheres, so much celebrated by the Antients. He says, the smallef Orb fings like an Angel; and then subjoins, Such Harmony is in immortal Souls: But the Harmony of Angels is not here meant, bút 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 say, the Orb fung like an Angel: he should rather have said, the Angel in the Orb sung. We must therefore correct the Line thus ;
Such Harmony is in immortal Sounds: i. e. in the Musick of the Spheres. Mr. Warburton.
Macrobius, I remember, accounts for our not hearing that Musick, which is produc'd by the constant Volubility of the Heavens, from the Organs in the human Ear not being capable, thro' their Straitness, of admitting so vehement a Sound. Muficam perpetuâ cæli volubilitate nafcentem ideò claro non sentimus anditu, quia major Sonus eft quàm ut humanarum aurium recipiatur angufliis.