The Merchant of Venice (Quarto 1, 1600)
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the Merchant of Venice.
¶the motions of his spirit are dull as night,
¶and his affections darke as Terebus:
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Enter Portia and Nerrissa.
¶how farre that little candell throwes his beames,
¶vntill a King be by, and then his state
¶empties it selfe, as doth an inland brooke
2430into the maine of waters: musique harke.
¶vvhen neither is attended: and I thinke
¶no better a Musition then the Renne?
¶to their right prayse, and true perfection:
¶Peace, how the moone sleepes with Endimion,
¶and would not be awak'd.
¶Loren. That is the voyce,
2445or I am much deceau'd of Portia.
¶Por. He knowes me as the blind man knowes the Cuckoe
¶by the bad voyce?
¶Loren. Deere Lady welcome home?
¶are they return'd?
¶Loren. Madam, they are not yet:
¶to signifie their comming?
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