ACT V.
1. SCENE I. Belmont. The avenue to PORTIA's house.
(continued)
STEPHANO.
None but a holy hermit and her maid.
I pray you, is my master yet return'd?
LORENZO.
He is not, nor we have not heard from him.
But go we in, I pray thee, Jessica,
And ceremoniously let us prepare
Some welcome for the mistress of the house.
[Enter LAUNCELOT.]
LAUNCELOT. Sola, sola! wo ha, ho! sola, sola!
LORENZO.
Who calls?
LAUNCELOT.
Sola! Did you see Master Lorenzo? Master Lorenzo! Sola, sola!
LORENZO.
Leave holloaing, man. Here!
LAUNCELOT.
Sola! Where? where?
LORENZO.
Here!
LAUNCELOT.
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]
LORENZO.
Sweet soul, let's in, and there expect their coming.
And yet no matter; why should we go in?
My friend Stephano, signify, I pray you,
Within the house, your mistress is at hand;
And bring your music forth into the air.
[Exit STEPHANO.]
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Here will we sit and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night
Become the touches of sweet harmony.
Sit, Jessica: look how the floor of heaven
Is thick inlaid 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;
Such harmony is in immortal souls;
But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay
Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
[Enter Musicians.]
Come, ho! and wake Diana with a hymn;
With sweetest touches pierce your mistress' ear.
And draw her home with music.
[Music.]
JESSICA.
I am never merry when I hear sweet music.
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