Under the colour of commending him, She twits me with my falsehood to my friend; ΙΟ But here comes Thurio: now must we to her window, Enter Thurio and Musicians. Thu. How now, Sir Proteus, are you crept before us? Will creep in service where it cannot go. Pro. Ay, Silvia; for your sake. Enter, at a distance, Host, and Julia in boy's clothes. Host. Now, my young guest, methinks you 're allycholly: I pray you, why is it? Jul. Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry. 20 Host. Come, we'll have you merry: I'll bring you 30 where you shall hear music, and see the gentle man that you asked for. Jul. But shall I hear him speak? Host. Ay, that you shall. Jul. That will be music. Host. Hark, hark! [Music plays. Jul. Is he among these? Host. Ay: but, peace! let's hear 'em. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling; Upon the dull earth dwelling: Host. How now! are you sadder than you were you not. Jul. You mistake; the musician likes me not. 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 music. Jul. Not a whit, when it jars so. Host. Hark, what fine change is in the music! Jul. Ay, that change is the spite. 60 Host. You would have them always play but one thing? 70 But, host, doth this Sir Proteus that we talk on Host. I tell you what Launce, his man, told me,-he Jul. Where is Launce? Host. Gone to seek his dog, which to-morrow, by his Jul. Peace! stand aside: the company parts. Pro. At Saint Gregory's well. 80 Thu. Farewell. [Exeunt Thu. and Musicians. Enter Silvia above. Pro. Madam, good even to your ladyship. Who is that that spake? Pro. One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's truth, You would quickly learn to know him by his voice. Sil. Sir Proteus as I take it. Pro. Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant. Sil. What's your will? Pro. That I may compass yours. Sil. You have your wish h; my will is even this : That hast deceived so many with thy vows? Jul. [Aside] 'Twere false, if I should speak it; Pro. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth. 90 Or, at the least, in hers sepulchre thine. Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love, And to your shadow will I make true love. 120 Jul. [Aside] If 'twere a substance, you would, sure, deceive it, And make it but a shadow, as I am. Sil. I am very loath to be your idol, sir; Pro. But since your falsehood shall become you well As wretches have o'ernight Jul. Host, will you go? [Exeunt Pro. and Sil. severally. Host. By my halidom, I was fast asleep. almost day. Trust me, I think 'tis Jul. Not so; but it hath been the longest night That e'er I watch'd, and the most heaviest. 130 140 [Exeunt. |