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.
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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 heartstrings.
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 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; I will so plead,
That you shall say my cunning drift excels.
Thu.
Where meet we?
Pro.
At Saint Gregory's well.
Thu.
Farewel.
[Ex. Thu. and Musick.
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George Sewell [1723–5], The works of Shakespear in six [seven] volumes. Collated and Corrected by the former Editions, By Mr. Pope ([Vol. 7] Printed by J. Darby, for A. Bettesworth [and] F. Fayram [etc.], London) [word count] [S11101].
