Now, my young guest, methinks you’re allycholly

Host
Now, my young guest, methinks you're allycholly.
I pray you, why is it?
Julia, as Sebastian
Marry, mine host, because I
cannot be merry.
Host
Come, we'll have you merry. I'll bring you where
you shall hear music and see the gentleman that you
asked for.
Julia, as Sebastian
But shall I hear him speak?
Host
Ay, that you shall.
Julia, as Sebastian
That will be music.
Host
Hark, hark. Music plays.
Julia, as Sebastian
Is he among these?
Host
Ay. But peace; let's hear 'em.

Proteus

Who is Sylvia? What is she,
That all our swains commend her?
Holy, fair, and wise is she;
The heaven such grace did lend her
That she might admirèd 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 helped, inhabits there.

Then to Sylvia let us sing,
That Sylvia 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.
Julia, as Sebastian
You mistake. The musician likes me
not.
Host
Why, my pretty youth?
Julia, as Sebastian
He plays false, father.
Host
How, out of tune on the strings?
Julia, as Sebastian
Not so; but yet so false that he
grieves my very heart-strings.
Host
You have a quick ear.
Julia, as Sebastian
Ay, I would I were deaf; it makes
me have a slow heart.
Host
I perceive you delight not in music.
Julia, as Sebastian
Not a whit when it jars so.