Enter Cassio and some Musicians.
CASSIO.
Masters, play here, I will content your pains,
Something that’s brief; and bid “Good morrow, general.”
[Music.]
Enter Clown.
CLOWN.
Why, masters, have your instruments been in Naples, that they speak i’ the nose thus?
FIRST MUSICIAN.
How, sir, how?
CLOWN.
Are these, I pray you, wind instruments?
FIRST MUSICIAN.
Ay, marry, are they, sir.
CLOWN.
O, thereby hangs a tail.
FIRST MUSICIAN.
Whereby hangs a tale, sir?