Act the Fourth.
[SCENE 1.[260]
[Captain,[261] Underwit, Courtwell and Musicians, discovered in the Tavern.]
Capt. Come, my Apollos, my Orpheuses or my Bacchus his Minst[rels], which, to leave poeticall expressions, in broader phrase is Taverne fidlers, some of your new tunes, my Masters; doe you heare?
1. Do you meane Mr. Adson's[262] new ayres, Sir?
Cap. I, Sir; but they are such phantasticall ayres as it putts a Poet out of his witts to rhime to them; but let mee heare.
1 Play.
Capt. No, I doe not like that.
1 Play againe.
Capt. Nor that. (Play againe)—No, no, no, neither.