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Anon. Then will I lay the serving Creatures Dagger on your pate. I will carry no Crochets, I'll Re you, I'll Fa you, do you note me? I will drie-beate you with and iron wit, And put up my iron Dagger. Answer me Like men: When gripping, griefs the heart does wound, then Mu sick with her silver found. Why silver found? why Music with her silver found? what say you Simon Catling ? I saw no man use you at his pleasure: if I had, my weapon should quickly have been out, I warrant you, I dare draw assoon as another man, if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the law on my side. Anon. Musicians, o Musicians, Hearts ease, hearts ease, Oh, and you will have me live, play hearts ease. Oh Musicians, Because my heart it self plays, my heart is full. You will not then? I will then give it you soundly. No money on my faith, but the gleek. I will give you the Minstrel. Pratest, what say you Hugh Rebicke ? Pratest to, what say you James Sound-Post ? Oh I cry you mercy, you are the Singer. I will say for you; it is Music with her silver found, Because Musicians have no gold for sounding: Then Music with her silver found, with speedy help does lend redress. I will be gone sir, and not trouble you For all this feign, I'll hide me here about, His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. Oh Lord they fight, I will go call the Watch.