Fiddler. My Lady, I went looking for you and thought to find you here to know my duties.
Bess. Like enough! Make no noise till you are ordered. [He turns to go.] Stop! What tunes can you play?
Fiddler. A hundred and more—“The Derby Ram,” “The Nun’s Green Rangers,” “The Unconscionable Bachelors,” “The Derby Hero,” “The Bakewell”——
Bess. Silence! I do not desire to listen to your dictionary. How do you call the air you played but now?
Fiddler. The title I know not, my Lady, but the song of it begins—
You have a lodging in my heart
For which you pay no rent.
Bess. Marry, and you chose that to greet the Queen?
Fiddler. It is for you to choose, my Lady.
Bess. Go to, go to. Back to the kitchens with your fiddle. I will choose later. [Enter Master Crompe.] Crompe, Crompe, did you hear what he said—the name of his tune?