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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