Oh, 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.
PETER
Oh, I beg your pardon. You're the singer. I'll
answer for you. It is “music with her silver
sound,” because musicians have no gold to use to make
sounds.
(sings)
Then music with her silver
sound
With speedy help doth lend
redress.
(sings)
Then music with her silver sound
makes you feel just
fine.
Exit PETER
PETER exits.
FIRST MUSICIAN
What a pestilent knave is this same!
FIRST MUSICIAN
What an annoying man, this guy is!
SECOND MUSICIAN
Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here, tarry for the
mourners and stay dinner.
SECOND MUSICIAN
Forget about him, Jack! Come, we'll go in there.
We'll wait for the mourners and stay for dinner.
