I will then give it you soundly. PETER First Musician O, I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I What will you give us? will say PETER for you. It is 'music with her silver No money, on my faith, but the gleek; sound,' I will give you the minstrel. because musicians have no gold for Musician sounding: Then I will give you the 'Then music with her silver sound With speedy help doth lend redress.' PETER Then will I lay the serving-creature's Exit dagger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets: I'll re First Musician you, What a pestilent knave is this same! I'll fa you; do you note me? Second Musician Musician Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; An you re us and fa us, you note us. tarry for the Second Musician mourners, and stay dinner. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit. Exeunt PETER Then have at you with my wit! I will ACT V dry-beat you with an iron wit, and put up my iron SCENE I. Mantua. A street. dagger. Answer me like men: Enter ROMEO 'When griping the heart doth ROMEO wound, If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, And doleful dumps the mind oppress, My dreams presage some joyful news at Then music with her silver sound'-- hand: why 'silver sound'? why 'music with her My bosom's lord sits lightly in his silver throne; sound'? What say you, Simon Catling? And all this day an unaccustom'd spirit Musician Lifts me above the ground with cheerful Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet thoughts. sound. I dreamt my lady came and found me PETER dead-- Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck? Strange dream, that gives a dead man Second Musician leave I say 'silver sound,' because musicians to think!-- sound for silver. And breathed such life with kisses in my PETER lips, Pretty too! What say you, James That I revived, and was an emperor. Soundpost? Ah me! how sweet is love itself Third Musician possess'd, Faith, I know not what to say.
I will then give it you soundly. First Musician What will you give us? PETER No money, on my faith, but the gleek; I will give you the minstrel. Musician Then I will give you the PETER Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you, I'll fa you; do you note me? Musician An you re us and fa us, you note us. Second Musician Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit. PETER Then have at you with my wit! I will dry-beat you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. Answer me like men: 'When griping the heart doth wound, And doleful dumps the mind oppress, Then music with her silver sound'-- why 'silver sound'? why 'music with her silver sound'? What say you, Simon Catling? Musician Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. PETER Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck? Second Musician I say 'silver sound,' because musicians sound for silver. PETER Pretty too! What say you, James Soundpost? Third Musician Faith, I know not what to say. PETER O, I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I will say for you. It is 'music with her silver sound,' because musicians have no gold for sounding: 'Then music with her silver sound With speedy help doth lend redress.' Exit First Musician What a pestilent knave is this same! Second Musician Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. Exeunt ACT V SCENE I. Mantua. A street. Enter ROMEO ROMEO If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand: My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne; And all this day an unaccustom'd spirit Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. I dreamt my lady came and found me dead-- Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave to think!-- And breathed such life with kisses in my lips, That I revived, and was an emperor. Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd,
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