...the modern world, is not clear in Lorenzo's speech to Jessica in the moonlit garden of Belmont: How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will...with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubins....

...our ears,' go with the perception of a gracious universe such as Portia's mercy speech invoked: How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will...harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patens of bright gold. There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his...

...posthorn that has heralded the coming of Bassanio. There is a brief interlude of anticipation, filled by Lorenzo: How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this...our ears. Soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. (54-57) What stays visible, upward not earthward, is seen in configurations...

...that to dislike music is to be untrustworthy, and, indeed, to be out of touch with the divine: How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will...our ears. Soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. . . . There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion...

...idea of a spirit world, so uncanny in itself. So Shakespeare has a character in the South say: "How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! / Here...our ears: soft stillness and the night / Become the touches of sweet harmony."34 Yet it remains black magic, music does, and still profoundly near to the...

...begun to work on his canvas again. She resumed her pose by the window, almost whispering the lines: How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will...with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou beholds't But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubins;...

...God as misers do in gold, and kings in sceptres, you will never enjoy the world. Thomas Traherne HOW sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will...with patines of bright gold. There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still choiring to the young-eyed cherubims;...

...close beast-tempest association. Lorenzo calls for music to be brought forth 'into the air*. Then, Lorenzo. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this...with patines of bright gold: There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubins:...

...as does Gratiano with his, which goes to the lawyer's clerk. g * f Lorenzo on the power of music How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will...with patines of bright gold: There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins;...

...in all the characters in this play. Lorenzo shows it when he describes the moonlight to Jessica: How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will...harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patens of bright gold. (Vi54-59) Lorenzo also says that The man that hath no music...