_Pro._ Ay, gentle Thurio; for you know that love Will creep in service where it cannot go. 20 _Tim._ Ay, but I hope, sir, that you love not here. _Pro._ Sir, but I do; or else I would be hence. _Thu._ Who? Silvia? _Pro._ Ay, Silvia; for your sake. _Thu._ I thank you for your own. Now, gentlemen, Let's tune, and to it lustily awhile. 25 _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. _Host._ Come, we'll have you merry: I'll bring you where you shall hear music, and see the gentleman that 30 you asked for. _Jul._ But shall I hear him speak? _Host._ Ay, that you shall. _Jul._ That will be music. [_Music plays._ _Host._ Hark, hark! 35 _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; 40 The heaven 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, 45 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 50 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. 55 _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. 60 _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. 65 _Host._ Hark, what fine change is in the music! _Jul._ Ay, that change is the spite. _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 Proteus that we talk on 70 Often resort unto this gentlewoman? _Host._ I tell you what Launce, his man, told me,--he loved her out of all nick. _Jul._ Where is Launce? _Host._ Gone to seek his dog; which to-morrow, by his 75 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 Saint Gregory's well.