HOST.
Now, my young guest, methinks you’re allycholly. I pray you, why is it?
JULIA.
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.
But shall I hear him speak?
HOST.
Ay, that you shall.
JULIA.
That will be music.
[Music plays.]
HOST.
Hark, hark!
JULIA.
Is he among these?
HOST.
Ay; but peace, let’s hear ’em.