Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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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.
Por. Musicke.
Ner. It is your musicke Madame of the house.
Por. Nothing is good I see without respect,
Por. Methinkes it sounds much sweeter then by day?