be his paramour? For fear of that thou overheard’st, ere I did stay to look on it. Where is my daughter gone to Friar Lawrence’ cell; There stays a husband to make me wail, Ties 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’— Why ‘silver sound’? Why