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And with an unthrift love did run from Venice As far as Belmont.

Jess. And in such a night, Did young Lorenzo swear he lov'd her well, Stealing her soul with many vows of faith, And ne'er a true one. .

' Lor. And in such a night, Did pretty Jessica, like a little shrew, Slander her love, and he forgave it her.

Jess. I would out-night you, did nobody come; But, hark! I hear the footing of a man,

Enter BALTHAZAR.... . Lor. (rifing) Who comes so fast in silence of

the night? Bal. A friend.

Lor. What friend! Your name, : I pray you friend?

Bal. Balthazar is my name ; and I bring word My mistress will, before the break of day, Go forth from Belmont. She will stray about By holy crosses, there she'll kneel and pray For happy wedlock hours. She's coming hither To bid you farewell.. i

Lor. We'll expect her coming. Come, bring your music forth into the air.

[Exit Bar.

How sweet the moon-light feeps upon this bank!
Here will we fit, and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears. Soft stillness, and the night
Become the touches of sweet harmony.. :::
Sit, Jessica.-Look, how the floor of heay'n
Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold! :
There's not the smallest orb, which thou beholdeft,
But in his motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubim :
Such harmony is in immortal souls ! .
But whilst this muddy vesture of decay
Doth grofsly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Come, ho! and wake Diana with a hymn,
With sweetest touches pierce your mistress' ear,
And draw her forth with music. :7* [Music.

Jess. I'm never merry, when I hear sweet music.

Lor. The reason is your spirits are attentive. For do but note a wild and wanton herd; Or race of youthful and unhandled colts, Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing

loud; If they perchance but hear a trumpet found, Or any air of music touch their ears, You shall perceive them make a mutual stand, Their savage eyes turn’d to a modest gaze, By the sweet pow'r of music. Thus the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones and floods;


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Since nought so stockish, hard and full of rage,
But music for the time doth change its nature. .
The man, that hath no music in himself,
And is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.
The motions of his fpirit are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus: . ..
Let no such man be trusted !Mark the music!

.... [Music,
Enter PorȚia and Nerissa, at a distance.
Por. That light we see, is burning in my hall.
How far that little candle throws its beams!
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

Ner. When the moon shone, we did not fee will 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 inļand brook Into the main of waters. Music! hark!

Ner. It is your music, madam, from 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, When neither is attended ; and, I think


The nightingale, if she would sing by day,
When every goose is cackling, would be thought
No better a musician, than the wren.
How many things by season season'd are
To their right praise, and true perfection!
Peace, ho! the moon fleeps with Endymion,
And would not be awak'd !

Lor. That is the voice,
Or I am much deceiv'd, of Portia.

(Rising and approaching towards PorȚIA.
Madam, although I speak it in your presence,
You have a noble and a true conceit
Of god-like amity; which appears most strongly
In bearing thus the absence of your lord..
But, if you knew to whom you thew this honor,
How true a gentleman you send relief,
How dear a lover of my lord, your husband,
I know you would be prouder of the work,
Than customary bounty can enforce you.

Por. I never did repent for doing good,
And shall not now..
This comes too near the p f myself;
Therefore, no more of it: hear other things.
Lorenzo, I commit into your hands
The husbandry and manage of my house,
Until my lord's return: for mine own part,
I have toward heaven breath'd a secret vow,
To live in prayer and contemplation, .

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Only attended by Nerissa here,
Until her husband and my lord's return.
There is a monastery two miles off,..
And there we will abide. I do defire you
Not to deny this imposition :
The which my love, and some neceffity,
Now lays upon you.

Lor. Madam, with all my heart;
I shall obey you in all fair commands.

Por. My people do already know my mind, And will acknowledge you and Jessica In place of lord Bassanio and myself. So fare you well, till we shall meet again. Lor. Fair thoughts, and happy hours attend

on you! Por. I thank you for your wish, and am well


To with it back on you : fare you well, Jessica.

(Exeunt Jes; and Lon. Now, Balthazar, As I have ever found thee honest, true, So let me find thee still. : Take this same letter, And use thou all th' endeavour of a man, In speed to Padua; see thou render this Into my cousin's hand, doctor Bellario : And, look, what notes and gaments he doth give


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