on your pate. I will carry no crotchets. I'll re you, | I'll fa you, do you note me? | 149 | 1. Musician. And you re us and fa us you note us. 2. Musician. Pray you put up your dagger and put out your wit. Then have at you with my wit. Peter. I will dry-beat you with an iron wit and put up my iron dagger. Answer me like men: | When griping griefs the heart doth wound, | 155 | 〈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. 161 Peter. Prates. What say you, Hugh Rebeck? 2. Musician. I say 'silver sound' because musicians sound for silver. Peter. Prates too. What say you, James Sound- 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' be- | cause musicians have no gold for sounding. | 170 | --Then music with her silver sound With speedy help doth lend redress.
Exit. ____________________ | | 148 carry endure. crotchets whims (quibble on 'quarter notes'). 148-9 re . . . fa you N. 149 note pay attention to. 150 note us set us to music. 152 put out display. 155-7 When . . . sound N. 156 dumps sorrows. 159 Catling lute string of catgut. 162 Prates the subject 'he' is understood. Rebeck three-stringed fiddle. 165 Sound-post peg supporting the body of a stringed instrument. 168 cry you mercy beg your pardon. 170 sounding playing | -110- |