Laun. Sola! where? where? Lor. Here. Laun. Tell him there's a poft come from my mafter, with his horn full of good news. My mafter will be here ere morning. Lor. Sweet love, let's in, and there expect their coming. And yet no matter why should we go in ? [Exit Stephano. And bring your musick forth into the air. Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubims; (19) Such Harmony is in immortal Souls ;] But the Harmony here defcribed is That of the Sphere, fo much celebrated by the Antients. He fays, the fmalleft Orb fings like an Angel; and then fubjoins, Such Harmony is in immortal Souls: But the Harmony of Angels is not here meant, but of the Orbs. Nor are we to think, that here the Poet alludes to the Notion, that each Orb has its Intelligence or Angel to direct it; for then with no Propriety could he fay, the Orb fung like an Angel : he should rather have faid, the Angel in the Orb fung. We must therefore correct the Line thus ; Such Harmony is in immortal Sounds: i.. in the Mufick of the Spheres, Mr. Warburton. Jef. I am never merry, when I hear fweet mufick. [Mufick. Lor. The reason is, your fpirits are attentive: The motions of his spirit are dull as night, Let no fuch man be trusted Mark the mufick. Enter Portia and Neriffa. Por. That light we fee, is burning in my hall: How far that little candle throws his beams! So fhines a good deed in a naughty world. Ner. When the moon fhone, we did not fee the candle. [Mufick. Por. So doth the greater glory dim the less; When When every goofe is cackling, would be thought Lor. That is the voice, Or I am much deceiv'd, of Portia. [Mufick ceafes. Por. He knows me, as the blind man knows the cuckow, By the bad voice. Lor. Dear lady, welcome home. Por. We have been praying for our husbands' healths, Which speed, we hope, the better for our words. Are they return'd? Lor. Madam, they are not yet; But there is come a meffenger before, Por. Go, Neriffa, Give order to my fervants, that they take No note at all of our being absent hence; Nor you, Lorenzo; Jefica, nor you. [A Tucket founds. Lor. Your husband is at hand, I hear his trumpet: We are no tell-tales, Madam, fear you not. Por. This night, methinks, is but the day-light fick; It looks a little paler; 'tis a day, Such as the day is when the fun is hid, Enter Baffanio, Anthonio, Gratiano, and their followers. Baff. We fhould hold day with the Antipodes, If you would walk in absence of the fun. Por. Let me give light, but let me not be light; But God fort all you're welcome home, my lord. Ba Baff I thank you, Madam: give welcome to my This is the man, this is Anthonio, To whom I am fo infinitely bound. friend; Por. You fhould in all fenfe be much bound to him; For, as I hear, he was much bound for you. Ant. Ant. No more than I am well acquitted of. Por. Sir, you are very welcome to our house; It must appear in other ways than words; Therefore I fcant this breathing courtefie. Gra. By yonder moon, I fwear, you do me wrong; Ner. What talk you of the poefie, or the value? No higher than thyfelf, the Judge's clerk; I could not for my heart deny it him. Por. You were to blame, I must be plain with you, To part fo flightly with your wife's first gift; A thing ftuck on with oaths upon your finger, And riveted with faith unto your flesh. I gave my love a ring, and made him fwear Never to part with it; and here he stands, I dare be worn for him, he would not leave it, Baff. Why, I were best to cut my left hand off, And And fwear, I loft the ring defending it. Gra. My lord Baffanio gave his ring away Unto the Judge that begg'd it, and indeed, Deferv'd it too; and then the boy, his clerk, That took fome pains in writing, he begg'd mine; And neither man, nor mafter, would take aught But the two rings. Por. What ring gave you, my lord? Not that, I hope, which you receiv'd of me. I would deny it; but you fee my finger Por. Even fo void is your false heart of truth. Until I fee the ring. [Afide. Ner. Nor I in yours, 'Till I again fee mine. Baff. Sweet Portia, If If the ring, you did know to whom I gave you did know for whom I gave the ring, And would conceive for what I the ring, And how unwillingly I left the ring, gave When nought would be accepted but the ring, I'll die for't, but fome woman had the ring. Baff. Now, by mine honour, Madam, by my foul, No woman had it, but a Civil Doctor, Who did refuse three thousand ducats of me, And begg'd the ring; the which I did deny him, Of |