23812375Loren. Let's in, and there expect their comming.

23822376And yet no matter: why should we goe in.

23832377My friend Stephen, signifie I pray you

23842378within the house, your mistres is at hand,

23852379and bring your musique foorth into the ayre.

23862380How sweet the moone-light sleepes vpon this banke,

23872381heere will we sit, and let the sounds of musique

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 smallest orbe which thou beholdst

23932387but in his motion like an Angell sings,

23942388still quiring to the young eyde Cherubins;

23952389such harmonie is in immortall soules,

23962390but whilst this muddy vesture of decay

23972391dooth grosly close it in, we cannot heare it:

23982392Come hoe, and wake Diana with a himne,

23992393with sweetest tutches pearce your mistres eare,

24002394and draw her home with musique. play Musique.

24012395Iessi. I am neuer merry when I heare sweet musique.

24022396Loren. The reason 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 musique touch their eares,

24092403you shall perceaue them make a mutuall stand,

24102404their sauage eyes turn'd to a modest gaze,

24112405by the sweet power of musique: therefore the Poet

24122406did faine that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods.

24132407Since naught so stockish hard and full of rage,

24142408but musique for the time doth change his nature,

24152409the man that hath no musique in himselfe,

24162410nor is not moued with concord of sweet sounds,

24172411is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoiles,