1st Sold. Stand. Who goes there?
2nd Sold. A friend.
1st Sold. What friend?
2nd Sold. A friend to the house.
1st Sold. Fall on! [They all kill one another.
[Music strikes.
Bayes. Hold, hold. [To the music. It ceases.
Now, here's an odd surprise: all these dead men you shall see
rise up presently, at a certain note that I have, in effaut flat,
and fall a-dancing. Do you hear, dead men? remember your