1 MUSICIAN.
Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.
PETER.
Pretty! — What say you, Hugh Rebeck?
2 MUSICIAN.
I say 'silver sound' because musicians sound for silver.
PETER.
Pretty too! — What say you, James Soundpost?
3 MUSICIAN.
Faith, I know not what to say.
PETER.
O, I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I will say for you.
It is 'music with her silver sound' because musicians have no
gold for sounding: —
'Then music with her silver sound
With speedy help doth lend redress.'
[Exit.]
1 MUSICIAN.
What a pestilent knave is this same!
2 MUSICIAN.
Hang him, Jack! — Come, we'll in here; tarry for the
mourners, and stay dinner.
[Exeunt.]
