The comicall Historie of
23812375Loren. Let's in, and there expe
ct their comming.
23822376And yet no matter: why
should we goe in.
23832377My friend
Stephen,
signi
fie
I pray you
23842378within the hou
se, your mi
stres is at hand,
23852379and bring your mu
sique foorth into the ayre.
23862380How
sweet the moone-light
sleepes vpon this banke,
23872381heere will we
sit, and let the
sounds of mu
sique
23882382creepe in our eares
soft
stilnes, and the night
23892383become the tutches of
sweet harmonie:
23902384sit
Iessica, looke how the
floore of heauen
23912385is thick inlayed with pattens of bright gold,
23922386there's not the
smalle
st orbe which thou behold
st 23932387but in his motion like an Angell
sings,
23942388still quiring to the young eyde Cherubins;
23952389such harmonie is in immortall
soules,
23962390but whil
st this muddy ve
sture of decay
23972391dooth gro
sly clo
se it in, we cannot heare it:
23982392Come hoe, and wake
Diana with a himne,
23992393with
sweete
st tutches pearce your mi
stres eare,
24002394and draw her home with mu
sique.
play Musique. 24012395Iessi. I am neuer merry when I heare
sweet mu
sique.
24022396Loren. The rea
son is your
spirits are attentiue:
24032397for doe but note a wild and wanton heard
24042398or race of youthfull and vnhandled colts
24052399fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neghing loude,
24062400which is the hote condition of their blood,
24072401if they but heare perchance a trumpet
sound,
24082402or any ayre of mu
sique touch their eares,
24092403you
shall perceaue them make a mutuall
stand,
24102404their
sauage eyes turn'd to a mode
st gaze,
24112405by the
sweet power of mu
sique: therefore the Poet
24122406did faine that Orpheus drew trees,
stones, and
floods.
24132407Since naught
so
stocki
sh hard and full of rage,
24142408but mu
sique for the time doth change his nature,
24152409the man that hath no mu
sique in him
selfe,
24162410nor is not moued with concord of
sweet
sounds,
24172411is
fit for trea
sons,
stratagems, and
spoiles,
the