Enter Clown.
Clo. Why, masters, have your instruments been in Naples, that they speak i' the nose thus?
1 Mus. How, sir, how?
Clo. Are these, I pray you, called wind-instruments?
1 Mus. Ay, marry, are they, sir.
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Clo. ... masters, here's money for you; and the general so likes your music, that he desires you, for love's sake, to make no more noise with it.
1 Mus. Well, sir, we will not.
Clo. If you have any music that may not be heard, to't again; but, as they say, to hear music the general does not greatly care.
1 Mus. We have none such, sir.