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So shall all the couples three
Ever true in loving be;
And the blots of Nature's hand
Shall upon their children be.
And each several chamber bless
Through this palace with sweet peace;
E'er shall it in safety rest,
And the owner of it blest.
Make no stay;
Meet me all by break of day.
6" Now the hungry lion roars.”—Upon the songs of Puck and Oberon, Coleridge exclaims, "Very Anacreon in perfectness, proportion, and spontaneity! So far it is Greek; but then add, O! what wealth, what wild ranging, and yet what compression and condensation of English fancy! In truth, there is nothing in Anacreon more perfect than these thirty lines, or half so rich and imaginative. They form a speckless diamond."-Literary Remains, vol. ii. p. 114.
LOVERS AND MUSIC.
LORENZO and JESSICA, awaiting the return home of PORTIA and NERISSA, discourse of music, and then welcome with it the bride and her attendant.
Lor. The moon shines bright. In such a night as this,"
And in such a night
Did young Lorenzo swear he lov'd her well;
And in such a night
Jes. I would out-night you, did nobody come;
Lor. Who comes so fast in silence of the night?
Step. A friend.
Lor. A friend! what friend? your name, I pray you, friend?
Step. Stephano is my name; and I bring word
My mistress will, before the break of day,
Be here at Belmont: she doth stray about
By holy crosses, where she kneels and prays
Lor. Who comes with her?
Step. None but a holy hermit and her maid.
Lor. Sweet soul, let's in, and there expect their coming.
And yet no matter; why should we go in ?
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon the bank!
Sit, Jessica look, how the floor of heaven
Is thick inlaid with patines* of bright gold;
* Patines (Pátine, Paténe, Ital.) have been generally understood A new
to mean plates of gold or silver used in the Catholic service.
But in her motion like an angel sings,
Come, ho! and wake Diana with a hymn;
Jes. I am never merry when I hear sweet musick.
A race of youthful and unhanded colts,
Fetching mad bounds,—bellowing and neighing loud,
If they but hear, perchance, a trumpet sound,
You shall perceive them make a mutual stand-
By the sweet power of musick. Therefore the poet
Let no such man be trusted.-Mark the musick.
and interesting commentator, however (the Rev. Mr. Hunter), is of opinion that the proper word is patterns.
Enter PORTIA and NERISSA, at a distance.
Por. That light we see is burning in my hall;
Ner. When the moon shone, we did not see the candle.
A substitute shines brightly as a king,
Until a king be by; and then his state
Ner. It is your musick, madam, of the house.
Ner. Silence bestows that virtue on it, madam.
The nightingale, if she should sing by day,
How many things by season, season❜d are,
That is the voice,
Por. He knows me, as the blind man knows the cuckoo,
Dear lady, welcome home.13
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7" In such a night as this," &c.—All the luded to,-Troilus and Cressida, Pyramus and Thisbe, Dido and Æneas, Jason and Medea, are in Chaucer's Legend of Good Women. It is pleasant to see our great poet so full of his predecessor. He