2nd.Ay, teach me, shew me!
3rd. Ah! ah! ah! Nay, indeed it yieldeth not.
What is it made of? Were’t of Indian horn
I must have broke it. Bah! I have wrenched my back!
Eur. Sirs, ’tis my turn. Ye do us little honour.
’Tis warm to the hand, and well hath drunk the oil.
Now be I first to string it.
Wooers.See!
See he will do it if any can.—
He is the best, and so ’twill be.—