| Host.
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Why, my pretty youth?
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| Jul.
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He plays false, father.
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| Host.
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How? out of tune on the strings?
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| Jul.
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Not so; but yet so false, that he grieves my very heart-strings.
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| Host.
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You have a quick ear.
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| Jul.
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Ay; I would I were deaf! it makes me have a slow heart.
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| Host.
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I perceive, you delight not in music.
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| Jul.
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Not a whit, when it jars so.
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| Host.
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Hark! what fine change is in the music.
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| Jul.
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Ay, that change (Proteus' unfaithfulness) is the spite.
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| Host
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(misunderstanding again). You would have them always play but one thing?
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| Jul.
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I would always have one (Proteus) play but one thing.
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L. 85.
| Silvia
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(from window). 'I thank you for your music, gentlemen.'
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The next passage is of a serenade in the early morning. Cloten arranges for the musicians (who seem in this case to be professional players) to give two pieces, one instrumental, followed by a song.
Cymbeline 2/3, 11. Cloten serenades Imogen.
| Cloten.
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I would this music would come. I am advised
to give her music o' mornings; they say, it will penetrate.
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