The Stratford gallery; . ome again to Carthage. Jes. In such a night, Medea gatherd the enchanted herbsThat did renew old iEson. JESSICA. 127 Lor. In such a night, Did Jessica steal from the wealthy Jew ;And with an unthrift love did run from Venice,As far as Belmont. Jes. And in such a night, Did young Lorenzo swear he lovd her well—Stealing her soul with many vows of faith,And neer a true one. Lor. And in such a night, Did pretty Jessica, lite a little shrew,Slander her love, and he forgave it her.******** How sweet the moon-light sleeps upon this bank!Here will we sit, and let the sounds of

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The Stratford gallery; . ome again to Carthage. Jes. In such a night, Medea gatherd the enchanted herbsThat did renew old iEson. JESSICA. 127 Lor. In such a night, Did Jessica steal from the wealthy Jew ;And with an unthrift love did run from Venice,As far as Belmont. Jes. And in such a night, Did young Lorenzo swear he lovd her well—Stealing her soul with many vows of faith,And neer a true one. Lor. And in such a night, Did pretty Jessica, lite a little shrew,Slander her love, and he forgave it her.******** How sweet the moon-light sleeps upon this bank!Here will we sit, and let the sounds of
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The Stratford gallery; . ome again to Carthage. Jes. In such a night, Medea gatherd the enchanted herbsThat did renew old iEson. JESSICA. 127 Lor. In such a night, Did Jessica steal from the wealthy Jew ;And with an unthrift love did run from Venice,As far as Belmont. Jes. And in such a night, Did young Lorenzo swear he lovd her well—Stealing her soul with many vows of faith,And neer a true one. Lor. And in such a night, Did pretty Jessica, lite a little shrew,Slander her love, and he forgave it her.******** How sweet the moon-light sleeps upon this bank!Here will we sit, and let the sounds of musicCreep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night,Become the touches of sweet harmony.Sit, Jessica: Look how the floor of heavenIs thick inlaid with patines of bright gold !Theres not the smallest orb which thou beholdstBut in his motion like an angel sings,Still quiring to the young-eyd cherubins :Such harmony is in immortal souls ;But whilst this muddy vesture of decayDoth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.. PERDITA. Perdita, daughter of Leontes, king of Sicily, and his queen,the beautiful and excellent Hermione, was born in a prison, where-in her cruel father, in a fit of jealous rage, had confined his wifesome time before the birth of Perdita. Leontes, suspecting Hermione of infidelity with his guest Polix-enes, king of Bohemia, ordered Camillo, one of his lords, to poisonthe latter. Camillo, however, believing his royal mistress to bemost foully slandered, pretended to acquiesce in her husbandstreacherous plot, only to disclose it to Polixenes; whereupon theytook flight together to Bohemia. It was at this juncture that Her-mione was cast into prison, where she eventually gave birth to aprincess. Paulina, a brave friend of the queens, bore the babe to itsfather, hoping thus to touch his heart, and avert his displeasure fromthe unhappy mother. But her devoted mission failed miserably;the king commanded Antigonus, another of his lords, to take thechild out to sea,

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