Jul. Not so; but yet so false that he grieves my very 60 heart-strings.
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.
65 Jul. Not a whit, when it jars so.
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.
70 [But, host], doth this Sir Proteus that we talk on