ACT IV.
5. Scene V. Juliet's Chamber; Juliet on the bed.
(continued)
Peter.
O, musicians, because my heart itself plays 'My heart is
full of woe': O, play me some merry dump to comfort me.
1 Musician.
Not a dump we: 'tis no time to play now.
Peter.
You will not then?
1 Musician.
No.
Peter.
I will then give it you soundly.
1 Musician.
What will you give us?
Peter.
No money, on my faith; but the gleek,--I will give you the
minstrel.
1 Musician.
Then will I give you the serving-creature.
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?
1 Musician.
An you re us and fa us, you note us.
2 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 grief 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?
1 Musician.
Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.
Peter.
Pretty!--What say you, Hugh Rebeck?
2 Musician.
I say 'silver sound' because musicians sound for silver.
Peter.
Pretty too!--What say you, James Soundpost?
3 Musician.
Faith, I know not what to say.
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