Proteus. ... 'Now must we to her window,
And give some evening music to her ear.'
L. 24.
Thu. ... Now, gentlemen,
Let's tune.
L. 28.
Host (to Julia, in boy's clothes). I'll bring you where you shall hear music, 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 music.
L. 54.
Host. How do you, man? (i.e., Julia) the music likes you not.
Jul. You mistake: the musician (i.e., Proteus) likes me not.
Host. Why, my pretty youth?