_Host._ How do you, man? (_i.e._, Julia) the _music likes
you not_.
_Jul._ You mistake: the _musician_ (_i.e._, Proteus) _likes
me not_.
_Host._ Why, my pretty youth?
_Jul._ He _plays false_, father.
_Host._ How? _out of tune on the strings_?
_Jul._ Not so; but yet _so false_, that he grieves my very
_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_.
_Jul._ Not a whit, when it _jars_ so.
_Host._ Hark! what fine _change_ is in the music.
_Jul._ Ay, that _change_ (Proteus' unfaithfulness) is the
spite.
_Host_ (misunderstanding again). You would have them
_always_ play but _one thing_?
_Jul._ I would always have _one_ (Proteus) play but one
thing.