Host.

Now, my young guest, methinks, you're ally-cholly: I pray you, why is it?

Jul.

Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry.

Host.

Come, we'll have you merry; I'll bring you where you shall hear musick, 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 musick.

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 musick 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, I would I were deaf! it makes me have a slow heart.

Host.

I perceive, you delight not in musick.

Jul.

Not a whit, when it jars so.

Host.

Hark, what fine change is in the musick.

Jul.

Ay; that change is the spight.

Host.

You would have them always play but one thing?

Jul.
I would always have one play but one thing.

But, host, doth this Sir Protheus, that we talk on,
Often resort unto this gentlewoman?

Host.

I tell you what Launce, his man, told me, he ^{1 note}lov'd her out of all nick.

Jul.

Where is Launce?

Host.

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

Jul.

Peace, stand aside, the company parts.

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

Thu.
Where meet we?

Pro.
At St. Gregory's well.

Thu.
Farewel. [Exeunt Thurio and Musick.

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