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And ceremoniously let us prepare
Laun. Sola, sola, wo ha, ho, sola, sola! Lor. Who calls Laun. Sola | did you see master Lorenzo, and mistress Lorenzo! sola, Sola! Lor. Leave hollaing, man; here. Laun. Sola' where 2 where 2 Lor. 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. [Erit. Lor. Sweet soul, let's in, and there expect their coming.
And yet no matter;-Why should we go in?
7 A small 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,
Por. That light we see, is burning in my hall.
How far that little candle throws his beams!
Lor. - Madam, they are not yet;
Por. Go in, Nerissa,
[A tucket” 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,
Enter BAss ANIo, ANTo NIo, GRATIANo, and their Followers.
Bass. We should hold day with the Antipodes, If you would walk in absence of the sun. Por. Let me give light, but let me not be light; For a light wife doth make a heavy husband, And never be Bassanio so for me; But God sort all!—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,
Por. Sir, you are very welcome to our house: It must appear in other ways 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 That she did give me; whose posy was For all the world, like cutler's poetry Upon a knife, Love me, and leave me not. Ner. What talk you of the posy, or the value? You swore to me, when I did give it you, That you would wear it till your hour of death; And that it should lie with you in your grave: Though not for me, yet for your vehement oaths, You should have been respective," and have kept it. Gave it a judge's clerk!—but well I know, The clerk will ne'er wear hair on his face, that had it, Gra. He will, an if he live to be a man. Ner. Ay, if a woman live to be a man. Gra. Now, by this hand, I gave it to a youth,” A kind of boy; a little scrubbed boy, No higher than thyself, the judge's clerk; A prating boy, that begg'd it as a fee;. I could not for my heart deny it him. Por. You were to blame, I must be plain with you, To part so slightly with your wife's first gift;
9 Weibal, complimentary form. * Regardful.