Iu. That will be Musique
Ho. Harke, harke
Iu. Is he among these?
Ho. I: but peace, let's heare'm
Song. Who is Siluia? what is she?
That all our Swaines commend her?
Holy, faire, and wise is she,
The heauen such grace did lend her,
that she might admired be.
Is she kinde as she is faire?
For beauty liues with kindnesse:
Loue doth to her eyes repaire,
To helpe him of his blindnesse:
And being help'd, inhabits there.
Then to Siluia, let vs sing,
That Siluia is excelling;
She excels each mortall thing
Vpon the dull earth dwelling.
To her let vs Garlands bring
Ho. How now? are you sadder then you were before;
How doe you, man? the Musicke likes you not
Iu. You mistake: the Musitian likes me not
Ho. Why, my pretty youth?
Iu. He plaies false (father.)
Ho. How, out of tune on the strings
Iu. Not so: but yet
So false that he grieues my very heart-strings
Ho. You haue a quicke eare
Iu. I, I would I were deafe: it makes me haue a slow heart