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CAPULET . All things that we ordained festival Turn from their office to black funeral : Our instruments to melancholy bells , Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast ; Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change ; Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse , And all things change them to the contrary . FRIAR LAWRENCE . Sir , go you in , and , madam , go with him , And go , Sir Paris , everyone prepare To follow this fair corse unto her grave . The heavens do lower upon you for some ill ; Move them no more by crossing their high will . [ Exeunt Capulet , Lady Capulet , Paris and Friar . ] FIRST MUSICIAN . 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 . FIRST MUSICIAN . Ay , by my troth , the case may be amended . [ Exit Nurse . ] Enter Peter . PETER . Musicians , O , musicians , ‘ Heart’s ease , ’ ‘ Heart’s ease ’ , O , and 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 ’ . 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 will I 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 . And you re us and fa us , you note us . SECOND MUSICIAN . Pray you put up your dagger , and put out your wit . 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 griefs 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 . Prates . What say you , Hugh Rebeck ? SECOND MUSICIAN . I say ‘ silver sound ’ because musicians sound for silver . PETER . Prates too ! What say you , James Soundpost ? THIRD MUSICIAN . Faith , I know not what to say . 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 . ’ [ Exit . ] FIRST MUSICIAN . What a pestilent knave is this same ! SECOND MUSICIAN . Hang him , Jack . Come , we’ll in here , tarry for the mourners , and stay dinner . [ Exeunt . ] ACT V SCENE I . Mantua . A Street . Enter Romeo .
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