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Merchant of Venice |
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The reason is your spirits are attentive, | For do but note a wild and wanton herd | Or race of youthful and unhandled colts, | Fetching mad bounds, ^bellowing and neighing loud^, | Which is the hot condition of their blood, | If they but ^hear^ perchance a ^trumpet sound^, | Or any ^air of music touch their ears^, | You shall perceive them make a mutual stand, | Their savage eyes turned to a modest gaze | By the ^sweet power of music^. Therefore the poet | Did feign that ^Orpheus^ drew trees, stones, and floods, | Since naught so stockish, hard, and full of rage | But ^music^ for the time doth change his nature. | The man that hath no ^music^ in himself, | Nor is not ^moved with concord of sweet sounds^, | Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils. | The motions of his spirit are dull as night, | And his affections dark as Erebus. | Let no such man be trusted. Mark the ^music^. |
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The reason is, your spirits are attentiue: | For doe but note a wilde and wanton heard | Or race of youthful and vnhandled colts, | Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud, | Which is the hot condition of their bloud, | If they but heare perchance a trumpet sound, | Or any ayre of musicke touch their eares, | You shall perceiue them make a mutuall stand, | Their sauage eyes turn'd to a modest gaze, | By the sweet power of musicke: therefore the Poet | Did faine that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods. | Since naught so stockish, hard, and full of rage, | But musicke for time doth change his nature, | The man that hath no musicke in himselfe, | Nor is not moued with concord of sweet sounds, | Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoyles, | The motions of his spirit are dull as night, | And his affections darke as Erobus, | Let no such man be trusted: marke the musicke. |
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…perchance but heare…musique for the time...dark as Terebus… |
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5.1.70 |
…to a modest gaze... |
…Orpheus dres teares… [F2, F3 and F4] |
1008 |
Merchant of Venice |
Portia |
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5.1.101 |
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. |
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The Crow doth sing as sweetly as the Larke | When neither is attended: and I thinke | The Nightingale if she should sing by day | When euery Goose is cackling, would be thought | No better a Musitian then the Wren? |
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