Exeunt Capulet, Lady C., Paris, etc.
1 Musician. 'Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone.
Nurse. Honest good fellows, ah! put up, put up;
For well you know, this is a pitiful case.
1 Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.
(See H. 5. III, ii, 42, about Bardolph and the lute case.)
Enter Peter.
Peter. Musicians, O, musicians! "Heart's ease, Heart's ease": O! an you will have me live, play "Heart's ease."
1 Mus. Why "Heart's ease?"
Peter. O, musicians, because my heart itself plays—"My heart is full of woe." O! play me some merry dump, to comfort me.
2 Mus. Not a dump we: 'tis no time to play now.
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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?