CORNEGO
No crotchets, 'tis only the Cliff has made her mad.
BALTHAZAR
What instrument played she upon?
CORNEGO
A wind instrument, she did nothing but sigh.
BALTHAZAR
Sol, re, me, fa, mi.
CORNEGO
My wit has always a singing head, I have found out her note captain.
BALTHAZAR
The tune? Come.
CORNEGO Sol, my soul. Re, is all rent and torn like a ragamuffin. Me, mend it good captain. Fa, fa. What's fa Captain?
BALTHAZAR
Fa, why farewell and be hanged.
CORNEGO
Mi Captain, with all my heart. Have I tickled my Lady's fiddle well?
BALTHAZAR Oh, but you stick wants rosin <35> to make the strings sound clearly. No, this double virginal, being cunningly touched, another matter of jack leaps up then is now in mine eye. Sol, re me fa, mi, I have it now. Solus Rex me facit miseram <36>. Alas poor Lady, tell her no apothecary in Spain has any of that assa foetida <37 > she writes for.