Por. That light we see is burning in my hall.
090 How far that little candle throws his beams!
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
[092] Ner. When the moon shone, we did not see the candle.
Por. So doth the greater glory dim the less:
A substitute shines brightly as a king,
095 Until a king be by; and then his state
Empties itself, as doth an inland brook
Into the main of waters. Music! hark!
[098] Ner. It is your music, madam, of the house.