the Merchant of Venice.
24182412the motions of his
spirit are dull as night,
24192413and his a
ffe
ctions darke as
Terebus: 24202414let no
such man be tru
sted: marke the mu
sique.
24222416Por. That light we
see is burning in my hall:
24232417how farre that little candell throwes his beames,
24242418so
shines a good deede in a naughty world.
24252419Ner. When the moone
shone we did not
see the candle?
24262420Por. So dooth the greater glory dim the le
sse,
24272421a
sub
stitute
shines brightly as a King
24282422vntill a King be by, and then his
state
24292423empties it
selfe, as doth an inland brooke
24302424into the maine of waters: mu
sique harke.
24312425Ner. It is your mu
sique Madame of the hou
se?
24322426Por. Nothing is good I
see without re
spe
ct,
24332427me thinks it
sounds much
sweeter then by day?
24342428Ner. Silence be
stowes that vertue on it Madam?
24352429Por. The Crow doth
sing as
sweetly as the Larke
24362430when neither is attended: and I thinke
24372431the Nightingale if
she
should
sing by day
24382432when euery Goo
se is cackling, would be thought
24392433no better a Mu
sition then the Renne?
24402434How many things by
sea
son,
sea
sond are
24412435to their right pray
se, and true perfe
ction:
24422436Peace, how the moone
sleepes with Endimion,
24452439or
I am much deceau'd of
Portia.
24462440Por. He knowes me as the blind man knowes the Cuckoe
24492443Por. We haue bin praying for our hu
sbands welfare,
24502444which
speed we hope the better for our words:
24532447but there is come a Me
ssenger before
I3 Por.