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The Merchant of Venice (Folio 1, 1623)
182The Merchant of Venice.
2396Which I did make him sweare to keepe for euer.
2398That they did giue the rings away to men;
2399But weele out-face them, and out-sweare them to:
2402Exeunt.
2403Actus Quintus.
2404Enter Lorenzo and Iessica.
2408Troylus me thinkes mounted the Troian walls,
2410Where Cressed lay that night.
2412Did Thisbie fearefully ore-trip the dewe,
2414And ranne dismayed away.
2416Stood Dido with a Willow in her hand
2417Vpon the wilde sea bankes, and waft her Loue
2418To come againe to Carthage.
2420Medea gathered the inchanted hearbs
2421That did renew old Eson.
2424And with an Vnthrift Loue did runne from Venice,
2425As farre as Belmont.
2427Did young Lorenzo sweare he lou'd her well,
2428Stealing her soule with many vowes of faith,
2429And nere a true one.
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.
2435Enter Messenger.
2437Mes. A friend.
2439Mes. Stephano is my name, and I bring word
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
2451 Enter Clowne.
2453Loren. Who calls?
2455Lor. Leaue hollowing man, heere.
2456Clo. Sola, where, where?
2457Lor. Heere?
2459his horne full of good newes, my Master will be here ere
2462And yet no matter: why should we goe in?
2465And bring your musique foorth into the ayre.
2469Become the tutches of sweet harmonie:
2471Is thicke inlayed with pattens of bright gold,
2473But in his motion like an Angell sings,
2474Still quiring to the young eyed Cherubins;
2475Such harmonie is in immortall soules,
2478Come hoe, and wake Diana with a hymne,
2480And draw her home with musicke.
2482Play musicke.
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,
2495But musicke for time doth change his nature,
2499The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
2502Enter Portia and Nerrissa.
2504How farre that little candell throwes his beames,
2505So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
2509Vntill a King be by, and then his state
2510Empties it selfe, as doth an inland brooke
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