1. Mus. An you re us, and fa us, you note us.
2. Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit.
Peter. Then have at you with my wit.... Answer me like men:
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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 Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.
Peter. Pretty!—what say you, Hugh Rebeck?
2 Mus. I say—"silver sound" because musicians sound for silver.
Peter. Pretty too!—what say you, James Soundpost?
3 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say.