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ROMEO AND JULIET Page: 59
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.
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.]
1 Musician.
What a pestilent knave is this same!
2 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 eye 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 breath'd such life with kisses in my lips,
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