Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lor. But musicke for time doth change his nature,
Lor. The man that hath no musicke in himselfe,
Lor. Nor is not moued with concord of sweet sounds,
Lor. Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoyles,
Lor. The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
Lor. And his affections darke as Erobus,
Lor. Let no such man be trusted: marke the musicke.
Lor. Enter Portia and Nerrissa.
Por. Por.
Por. That light we see is burning in my hall:
Por. How farre that little candell throwes his beames,
Por. So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
Ner. Ner.
Ner. When the moone shone we did not see the can (dle?
Por. So doth the greater glory dim the lesse,
Por. A substitute shines brightly as a King
Por. Vntill a King be by, and then his state
Por. Empties it selfe, as doth an inland brooke
Por. Into the maine of waters: musique, harke.