2395Ile see if I can get my husbands ring

2396Which I did make him sweare to keepe for euer.

2397Por. Thou maist I warrant, we shal haue old swearing

2398That they did giue the rings away to men;

2399But weele out-face them, and out-sweare them to:

2400Away, make haste, thou know'st where I will tarry.

2401Ner. Come good sir, will you shew me to this house.

2405Lor. The moone shines bright. In such a night as this,

2406When the sweet winde did gently kisse the trees,

2407And they did make no nnyse, in such a night

2408Troylus me thinkes mounted the Troian walls,

2409And sigh'd his soule toward the Grecian tents

2410Where Cressed lay that night.

2411Ies. In such a night

2412Did Thisbie fearefully ore-trip the dewe,

2413And saw the Lyons shadow ere himselfe,

2414And ranne dismayed away.

2415Loren. In such a night

2416Stood Dido with a Willow in her hand

2417Vpon the wilde sea bankes, and waft her Loue

2418To come againe to Carthage.

2419Ies. In such a night

2420Medea gathered the inchanted hearbs

2421That did renew old Eson.

2422Loren. In such a night

2423Did Iessica steale from the wealthy Iewe,

2424And with an Vnthrift Loue did runne from Venice,

2425As farre as Belmont.

2426Ies. In such a night

2427Did young Lorenzo sweare he lou'd her well,

2428Stealing her soule with many vowes of faith,

2429And nere a true one.

2430Loren. In such a night

2431Did pretty Iessica (like a little shrow)

2432Slander her Loue, and he forgaue it her.

2433Iessi. I would out-night you did no body come:

2434But harke, I heare the footing of a man.

2436Lor. Who comes so fast in silence of the night?

2437Mes. A friend.

2438Loren. A friend, what friend? your name I pray you (friend?

2439Mes. Stephano is my name, and I bring word

2440My Mistresse will before the breake of day

2441Be heere at Belmont, she doth stray about

2442By holy crosses where she kneeles and prayes

2443For happy wedlocke houres.

2444Loren. Who comes with her?

2445Mes. None but a holy Hermit and her maid:

2446I pray you it my Master yet rnturn'd?

2447Loren. He is not, nor we haue not heard from him,

2448But goe we in I pray thee Iessica,

2449And ceremoniously let vs vs prepare

2450Some welcome for the Mistresse of the house,

2452Clo. Sola, sola: wo ha ho, sola, sola.

2453Loren. Who calls?

2454Clo. Sola, did you see M. Lorenzo, & M. Lorenzo, sola, (sola.

2455Lor. Leaue hollowing man, heere.

2456Clo. Sola, where, where?

2457Lor. Heere?

2458Clo. Tel him ther's a Post come from my Master, with

2459his horne full of good newes, my Master will be here ere

2460morning sweet soule.

2461Loren. Let's in, and there expect their comming.

2462And yet no matter: why should we goe in?

2463My friend Stephen, signifie pray you

2464Within the house, your Mistresse is at hand,

2465And bring your musique foorth into the ayre.

2466How sweet the moone-light sleepes vpon this banke,

2467Heere will we sit, and let the sounds of musicke

2468Creepe in our eares soft stilnes, and the night

2469Become the tutches of sweet harmonie:

2470Sit Iessica, looke how the floore of heauen

2471Is thicke inlayed with pattens of bright gold,

2472There's not the smallest orbe which thou beholdst

2473But in his motion like an Angell sings,

2474Still quiring to the young eyed Cherubins;

2475Such harmonie is in immortall soules,

2476But whilst this muddy vesture of decay

2477Doth grosly close in it, we cannot heare it:

2478Come hoe, and wake Diana with a hymne,

2479With sweetest tutches pearce your Mistresse eare,

2480And draw her home with musicke.

2481Iessi. I am neuer merry when I heare sweet musique.

2483Lor. The reason is, your spirits are attentiue:

2484For doe but note a wilde and wanton heard

2485Or race of youthful and vnhandled colts,

2486Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud,

2487Which is the hot condition of their bloud,

2488If they but heare perchance a trumpet sound,

2489Or any ayre of musicke touch their eares,

2490You shall perceiue them make a mutuall stand,

2491Their sauage eyes turn'd to a modest gaze,

2492By the sweet power of musicke: therefore the Poet

2493Did faine that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods.

2494Since naught so stockish, hard, and full of rage,

2495But musicke for time doth change his nature,

2496The man that hath no musicke in himselfe,

2497Nor is not moued with concord of sweet sounds,

2498Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoyles,

2499The motions of his spirit are dull as night,

2500And his affections darke as Erobus,

2501Let no such man be trusted: marke the musicke.

2503Por. That light we see is burning in my hall:

2504How farre that little candell throwes his beames,

2505So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

2506Ner. When the moone shone we did not see the can (dle?

2507Por. So doth the greater glory dim the lesse,

2508A substitute shines brightly as a King

2509Vntill a King be by, and then his state

2510Empties it selfe, as doth an inland brooke

2511Into the maine of waters: musique, harke. Musicke.

2512Ner. It is your musicke Madame of the house.

2513Por. Nothing is good I see without respect,

2514Methinkes it sounds much sweeter then by day?

2515Ner. Silence bestowes that vertue on it Madam.

2516Por. The Crow doth sing as sweetly as the Larke