First Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.[1383]
Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck?[1384]
Sec. Mus. I say, 'silver sound,' because musicians 130
sound for silver.
Pet. Pretty too! What say you, James Soundpost?[1385]
Third Mus. Faith, I know not what to say.
Pet. O, I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I will[1386]
say for you. It is 'music with her silver sound,' because[1386] 135
musicians have no gold for sounding:[1386][1387]
'Then music with her silver sound[1388]
With speedy help doth lend redress.'[1388][1389] [Exit.
First Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same![1390]
Sec. Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry[1391] 140
for the mourners, and stay dinner. [Exeunt.[1392]