And call your musicians; for in this your case
It would set you forth, and all your wooing grace,
Ye may not lack your instruments to play and sing.
R. Roister. Thou knowest I can do that—
M. Merry. As well as anything.
Shall I go call your folks, that we may show a cast?
R. Roister. Yea, run, I beseech thee, in all possible haste,
M. Merry. I go. [Exeat.
R. Roister. Yea, for I love singing out of measure,
It comforteth my spirits, and doth me great pleasure.