COM. SEN. I know not what to think on him.
AUD. There how sweetly the plain-song was dissolved into descant, and how easily they came off with the last rest. Hark, hark, the bitter'st[268] sweetest achromatic.
COM. SEN. Auditus!
AUD. Thanks, good Apollo, for this timely grace,
Never couldst thou in fitter hour indulge it:
O more than most musical harmony!
O most admirable concert! have you no ears?
Do you not hear this music?
PHA. It may be good; but, in my opinion, they rest too long in the beginning.
AUD. Are you then deaf? do you not yet perceive
The wondrous sound the heavenly orbs do make
With their continual motion? hark, hark,
O honey-sweet!
COM. SEN. What tune do they play?
AUD. Why such a tune as never was, nor ever shall be heard.
Mark now, now mark: now, now!
PHA. List, list, list.
AUD. Hark! O sweet, sweet, sweet.