Act iv. Sc. 1.
I have thee on the hip
I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word
Act v. Sc. 1.
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Act v. Sc. 1.
I am never merry when I hear sweet music.
Act v. Sc. 1.
The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils.