[109] Peace, ho! the moon sleeps with Endymion,
[110] And would not be awaked. [Music ceases.
Lor.
110 That is the voice,
Or I am much deceived, of Portia.
[112] Por. He knows me as the blind man knows the cuckoo,
By the bad voice.
Lor.
Dear lady, welcome home.
[114] Por. We have been praying for our husbands’ healths,