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Samuel Johnson [1765], The plays of William Shakespeare, in eight volumes, with the corrections and illustrations of Various Commentators; To which are added notes by Sam. Johnson (Printed for J. and R. Tonson [and] C. Corbet [etc.], London) [word count] [S11001].
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SCENE VI. Manent Musicians, and Nurse.

Mus.
'Faith, we may put up our pipes and be gone.

Nurse.
Honest good fellows, ah, put up, put up;
For, well you know, this is a pitiful case. [Exit Nurse.

Mus.
Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.
Enter Peter.

Pet.
Musicians, oh musicians, heart's ease, heart's ease:
Oh, an you will have me live, why, play heart's ease.

Mus.
Why, heart's ease?

Pet.

O musicians, because my heart itself plays, my heart itself is full of woe. 4 noteO, 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 mony, on my faith, but the gleek. I will give you the Minstrel.

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.

-- 107 --

Pet.

Then have at you with my wit: I will dry-beat you with an iron Wit, and put up my iron dagger: —answer me like men:



When griping grief the heart doth wound,
Then musick with her silver sound—
Why, silver sound! why, musick with her silver sound?
What say you, Simon Catling?

1 Mus.

Marry, Sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.

Pet.

Pratest! What say you, Hugh Rebeck?

2 Mus.

I say, silver sound, because musicians sound for silver.

Pet.

Pratest too! What say you, Samuel Sound-Board?

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 musicians have no gold for sounding.



Then musick with her silver sound
With speedy help doth lend redress. [Exit singing.

Mus.

What a pestilent knave is this same?

2 Mus.

Hang him.—Jack, come, we'll in here, tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner.

[Exeunt.

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Samuel Johnson [1765], The plays of William Shakespeare, in eight volumes, with the corrections and illustrations of Various Commentators; To which are added notes by Sam. Johnson (Printed for J. and R. Tonson [and] C. Corbet [etc.], London) [word count] [S11001].
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