Host.

Now, my young guest, methinks you're allycholy: I pray, what is it?

Jul.

Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry; I have heard too much since my arrival here.

Host.

Come, we'll have you merry: I have brought you where you shall hear music, and see the gentleman that you ask'd for.

Jul.

But shall I hear him speak?

Host.

Ay, that you shall.

Jul.

That will be music.

Host.

Hark! hark!

Jul.

Is he among these?

Host.

Ay; but, peace, let's hear 'em.

SONG.
Who is Silvia? what is she?
  That all our swains commend her?
Holy, fair, and wise is she;
  The heav'n such grace did lend her,
    That she might admired be.

Is she kind as she is fair?
  For beauty lives with kindness;
Love doth to her eyes repair,
  To help him of his blindness:
    And being help'd inhabits there.
Then to Silvia let us sing,
  That Silvia is excelling;
She excels each mortal thing
  Upon the dull earth dwelling:
    To her let us garlands bring.

Host.

How now? are you sadder than you were before? how do you, man? the music likes you not.

Jul.

You mistake; the musician likes me not.

Host.

Why, my pretty youth?

Jul.

He plays false, father.

Host.

How, out of tune on the strings?

Jul.

Not so; but yet so false, that he grieves my very heart-strings.

Host.

You have a quick ear.

Jul.

Ay, would I were deaf; it makes me have a slow heart.

Host.
I perceive you delight not in music.

Jul.
Not a whit when it jars so.

Host.
Did you mark that fine change in the music?

Jul.
Ay; that change is the spight.

Host.
You would have them always play but one thing?

Jul.
I would always have me play but one thing.
But, host, doth this Protheus that we talk on,
Often resort unto this lady?

Host.

I tell you what, Launce his man told me he lov'd her out of all nick.

Jul.

Where is Launce?

Host.

Gone to seek his master's dog, which to-morrow, by his command, he must carry for a present to his lady.

Jul.
Peace, stand aside, the company parts.

Pro.
Lord Thurio, fear not you; I will so plead,
That you shall say my cunning drift excels.

Thu.
Where meet we?

Pro.
At saint Gregory's well.

Thu.
Farewel. Exit. Thu. and Music.

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