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And ceremoniously let us prepare
Laun. Sola, sola, wo ha, ho, sola, sola!
Laun. Sola ! did you see master Lorenzo, and mistress Lorenzo! sola, sola!
Lor. Leave hollaing, man; here.
Laun. Tell him, there's a post come from my master, with his horn full of good news; my master will be here ere morning.
[Exit. Lor. Sweet soul, let's in, and there expect their
7 A sinall flat dish, used in the administration of the Eucharist.
Such harmony is in immortal souls;
Come, ho, and wake Diana with a hymn;
Enter Portia and Nerissa, at a distance,
How far that little candle throws his beams!
Ner. It is your musick, madam, of the house.
Por. Nothing is good, I see, without respect; Methinks, it sounds much sweeter than by day.
Ner. Silence bestows that virtue on it, madam.
Por. The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark, When neither is attended; and, I think, The nightingale, if she should sing by day, When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren. How many things by season season'd are To their right praise, and true perfection! Peace, hoa! the moon sleeps with Endymion, And would not be awak'd !
[Musick ceases. Lor.
That is the voice, Or I am much deceiv'd, of Portia. Por. He knows me, as the blind man knows the
cuckoo, By the bad voice, Lor.
Dear lady, welcome home.
Madam, they are not yet ;
Go in, Nerissa,
[A tucket 8 sounds. 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 daylight
It looks a little paler ; 'tis a day,
Por. Let me give light, but let me not be light;
-You are welcome home, my lord. Bass. I thank you, madam : give welcome to my
friend. This is the man, this is Antonio, To whom I am so infinitely bound. Por. You should in all sense be much bound to
him, For, as I hear, he was much bound for you.
Ant. No more than I am well acquitted of.
A flourish on a trumpet.
It must appear
Por. Sir, you are very welcome to our house :
than words, Therefore, I scant this breathing courtesy.
[GRATIANO and NERISSA seem to talk apart. Gra. By yonder moon, I swear, you do me wrong; In faith, I gave it to the judge's clerk: Would he were gelt that had it, for my part, Since you do take it, love, so much at heart.
Por. A quarrel, ho, already? what's the matter?
Gra. About a hoop of gold, a paltry ring
Ner. What talk you of the posy, or the value?
you would wear it till your hour of death;
Gra. He will, an if he live to be a man,
Gra. Now, by this hand, I gave it to a youth,
Por. You were to blame, I must be plain with you, To part so slightly with your wife's first gift;
9 Verbal, complimentary form.