Pet. You will not then?
First Mus. No.[1369]
Pet. I will then give it you soundly.
First Mus. What will you give us? 110
Pet. No money, on my faith, but the gleek; I will[1370][1371]
give you the minstrel.[1370][1371][1372]
First Mus. Then will I give you the serving-creature.[1371]
Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on[1371][1373]
your pate. I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you, I'll fa[1371][1374]115
you; do you note me?[1374]
First Mus. An you re us and fa us, you note us.[1375]
Sec. Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out[1376]
your wit.[1376]
Pet. Then have at you with my wit! I will dry-beat[1377][1378]120
you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. Answer[1378][1379]
me like men:
'When griping grief the heart doth wound[1380][1381]
And doleful dumps the mind oppress,[1380][1382]
Then music with her silver sound'—[1380] 125
why 'silver sound'? why 'music with her silver sound'?—
What say you, Simon Catling?