CLOWN

Why Master's, have your Instruments been in Nam ples, that they speak in the Nose thus? Are these I pray you, wind Instruments? O, thereby hangs a tale. If you have any Music that may not be herd, too't again. But (as they say) to hear Music, the Ge nerall do's not greatly care. No, I hear not your honest Friend: I hear you. She is stirring sir: if she will stir hither, I shall seem to notify unto her. He's a Soldier, and for me to say a Soldier lies, it's stabbing. To tell you where he lodges, is to tell you where I lie. I know not where he lodges, and for me to de vise a lodging, and say he lies here, or he lies there, were to lie in mine own throat. I will Catechise the world for him, that is, make Questions, and by them answer. To do this, is within the compass of men Wit, and therefore I will attempt the doing it. Marry sir, by many a wind Instrument that I know. But Master's, here's money for you: and the Ge nerall so likes your Music, that he desires you for loves sake to make no more noise with it. Then put up your Pipes in your bag, for I'll away. Go, vanish into air, away. I dare not say he lies any where.