FRIAR LAWRENCE. Holy Saint Francis! What a pestilent knave is this same! SECOND MUSICIAN. Pray you 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, can you not take truce with