Lorenzo seated amid waving trees, trailing vines and perfumed flowers illuminated by the mystic rays of Luna, says to Jessica: _"The moon shines bright; in such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sighed his soul towards the Grecian tents Where Cressid lay that night."_ Jessica replies: _"In such a night Did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew; And saw the lion's shadow ere himself, And ran dismayed away."_ Then Lorenzo talks: _"In such a night Stood Dido with a willow in her hand Upon the wild sea banks, and waved her love To come again to Carthage."_ And Jessica: _"In such a night Medea gathered the enchanted herbs That did renew old Aeson."_ Lorenzo then triumphant speaks: _"In such a night Did Jessica steal from the wealthy Jew; And with an unthrifty love did run from Venice, As far as Belmont."_ Jessica satirically replies: _"In such a night Did young Lorenzo swear he loved her well; Stealing her soul with many vows of faith, And ne'er a true one."_ Lorenzo fires back this answer: _"And in such a night Did pretty Jessica, like a little shrew Slander her love, and he forgave it her."_ Jessica gets in the last word, and says: _"I would outnight you, did nobody come; But hark, I hear the footing of a man."_ Lorenzo declines to enter the house for rest or sleep, but still discourses of love and music: _"How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica; look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb, which thou beholdest But in his motion like an angel sings. Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whil'st this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot have it! By the sweet power of music; therefore, the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones and floods. Since naught so stockish, hard and full of rage But music for the time doth change his nature, The man that hath no music in himself Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night And his affections dark as Erebus; Let no such man be trusted."_ Portia, Bassanio and friends arrive from the trial of Antonio at Venice, and at the brilliant home of Belmont all is peace and love.