24182412the motions of his spirit are dull as night,

24192413and his affections darke as Terebus:

24202414let no such man be trusted: marke the musique.

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 lesse,

24272421a substitute 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: musique harke.

24312425Ner. It is your musique Madame of the house?

24322426Por. Nothing is good I see without respect,

24332427me thinks it sounds much sweeter then by day?

24342428Ner. Silence bestowes 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 Goose is cackling, would be thought

24392433no better a Musition then the Renne?

24402434How many things by season, seasond are

24412435to their right prayse, and true perfection:

24422436Peace, how the moone sleepes with Endimion,

24432437and would not be awak'd.

24442438Loren. That is the voyce,

24452439or I am much deceau'd of Portia.

24462440Por. He knowes me as the blind man knowes the Cuckoe

24472441by the bad voyce?

24482442Loren. Deere Lady welcome home?

24492443Por. We haue bin praying for our husbands welfare,

24502444which speed we hope the better for our words:

24512445are they return'd?

24522446Loren. Madam, they are not yet:

24532447but there is come a Messenger before

24542448to signifie their comming?

I3 Por.