O let us hence; I stand on sudden haste. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Bliss be upon you. Tell me, that I dream it so? Or am I mad, hearing him talk of these sad things. Some shall be endur’d. What, goodman boy! I say ‘silver sound’ because musicians have no gold for sounding. ‘Then music with her silver sound With speedy help doth lend redress.’ [_Exit._] FIRST MUSICIAN.