<SPEECH 1><ACT 2><SCENE 4><39%>
<PETER>	<39%>
	Anon!
</PETER>

<SPEECH 2><ACT 2><SCENE 4><40%>
<PETER>	<40%>
	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 as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the law on my side.
</PETER>

<SPEECH 3><ACT 2><SCENE 4><42%>
<PETER>	<42%>
	Anon!
</PETER>

<SPEECH 4><ACT 4><SCENE 5><84%>
<PETER>	<84%>
	Musicians! O! musicians, 'Heart's ease, Heart's ease:' O! an ye will have me live, play 'Heart's ease.'
</PETER>

<SPEECH 5><ACT 4><SCENE 5><84%>
<PETER>	<84%>
	O! musicians, because my heart itself plays 'My heart is full of woe;' O! play me some merry dump, to comfort me.
</PETER>

<SPEECH 6><ACT 4><SCENE 5><84%>
<PETER>	<84%>
	You will not then?
</PETER>

<SPEECH 7><ACT 4><SCENE 5><84%>
<PETER>	<84%>
	I will then give it you soundly.
</PETER>

<SPEECH 8><ACT 4><SCENE 5><84%>
<PETER>	<84%>
	No money, on my faith! but the gleek;
	I will give you the minstrel.
</PETER>

<SPEECH 9><ACT 4><SCENE 5><84%>
<PETER>	<85%>
	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?
</PETER>

<SPEECH 10><ACT 4><SCENE 5><85%>
<PETER>	<85%>
	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?
</PETER>

<SPEECH 11><ACT 4><SCENE 5><85%>
<PETER>	<85%>
	Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck?
</PETER>

<SPEECH 12><ACT 4><SCENE 5><85%>
<PETER>	<85%>
	Pretty too! What say you, James Soundpost?
</PETER>

<SPEECH 13><ACT 4><SCENE 5><85%>
<PETER>	<85%>
	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.

</PETER>

