Speeches (Lines) for First Musician in "The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet"

Friar Laurence. Sir, go you in; and, madam, go with him;
And go, Sir Paris; every one prepare
To follow this fair corse unto her grave:
The heavens do lour upon you for some ill;
Move them no more by crossing their high will.

First Musician. Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone.

Nurse. Honest goodfellows, ah, put up, put up;
For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.

First Musician. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.

Peter. Musicians, O, musicians, 'Heart's ease, Heart's
ease:' O, an you will have me live, play 'Heart's ease.'

First Musician. Why 'Heart's ease?'

Peter. O, musicians, because my heart itself plays 'My
heart is full of woe:' O, play me some merry dump,
to comfort me.

First Musician. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now.

Peter. You will not, then?

First Musician. No.

Peter. I will then give it you soundly.

First Musician. What will you give us?

Peter. No money, on my faith, but the gleek;
I will give you the minstrel.

First Musician. Then I will give you the serving-creature.

Peter. 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?

First Musician. An you re us and fa us, you note us.

Peter. 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,
And doleful dumps the mind oppress,
Then music with her silver sound'--
why 'silver sound'? why 'music with her silver
sound'? What say you, Simon Catling?

First Musician. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.

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.'

First Musician. What a pestilent knave is this same!