Enter PETER. Pet. Musicians, O, musicians, Heart's ease, heart's ease; O, an you will have me live, play-heart's ease. Mus. Why heart's ease? 370 Pet. O, musicians, because my heart itself playsMy heart is full of woe: O, play me some merry dump, to comfort me. Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now. Pet. You will not then? Mus. No. Pet. I will then give it you soundly. Mus. What will you give us? Pet. No money, on my faith; but the gleek: I will give you the minstrel. 381 Mus. Then will I give you the serving-creature. Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you, I'll fa you; Do you note me? Mus. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. 2 Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit. Pet. Then have at you with my wit; I will drybeat you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger: -Answer me like men: When griping grief the heart doth wound, And doleful dumps the mind oppress, Then musick with her silver sound, 391 Why, silver sound? why, musick with her silver sound? What What say you, Simon Catling? 1 Mus. Marry, sir, because silver, hath a sweet sound, Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck? 2 Mus. I say—silver sound, because musicians sound for silver, 400 Pet. Pretty too!-What say you, James Soundpost? 3 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say. Pet. O, I cry you mercy! you are the singer: I will say for you, It is musick with her silver sound, because such fellows as you have no gold for sounding : Then musick with her silver sound, With speedy help doth lend redress. [Exit, singing. 1 Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same ? 410 2 Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE 1. Mantua. A Street. Enter ROMEO. Romeo. IF I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. I dreamt, my lady came and found me dead (Strange dream! that gives a dead man leave to think); And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips, Ah me! how sweet is love itself possest, Enter BALTHASAR. News from Verona! -How now, Balthasar? Balth. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill; O pardon me for bringing these ill news, Rom. Is it even so? then I defy you, stars!Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper, And hire post horses; I will hence to-night, 10 20 Balth. Pardon me, sir, I dare not leave you thus: Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Some misadventure. Rom. Tush, thou art deceiv'd; 39 Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do : Hast Hast thou no letters to me from the friar? Balth. No, my good lord. Rom. No matter: Get thee gone, And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight. [Exit BALTHASAR. Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to night. Let's see for means :-O, mischief! thou art swift To enter in the thoughts of desperate men! I do remember an apothecary, And hereabouts he dwells,-whom late I noted 40 50 Enter Enter Apothecary. Ap. Who calls so loud? 60 Rom. Come hither, man.-I see, that thou art poor; Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have A dram of poison; such soon-speeding geer Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb. Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law Is death, to any he that utters them. Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedness, The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law : 70 80 Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight. Rom. There is thy gold; worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than |