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_As You_ IV, i, 13.
_Jaques._ I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is
emulation; nor the _musician's_, which is _fantastical_,
etc.
_Measure for Measure_ IV, i, 12. Enter Duke, disguised as a friar
(after Song).
_Mariana._ I cry you mercy, sir; and well could wish
You had not found me here _so musical_:
Let me excuse me, and believe me so,
My _mirth it much displeased_, but _pleas'd my woe_.
_Duke._ 'Tis good: though _music oft hath such a charm,
To make bad good, and good provoke to harm_.
_Merchant_ V, i, 66. Enter musicians.
_Lor._ Come ho! and wake Diana with a _hymn_:
With sweetest _touches_ pierce your mistress' ear,
And draw her home _with music_.
[Music.
_Jessica._ I am _never merry when I hear sweet music_.
_Lor._ The reason is, _your spirits are attentive_.
For ... _colts_,
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_If they but hear_ perchance _a trumpet_ sound,
Or any _air of music touch their ears_,
You shall perceive them make a _mutual stand_,
Their savage eyes turn'd to a modest gaze.
_By the sweet power of music_: therefore, the poet
Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods:
Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage,
But _music for the time doth change his nature.
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