Come, musicians, play. A hall, a hall, give room! And foot it, girls. [_Music plays, and they unwash’d too, ’tis a foul thing. FIRST SERVANT. You are welcome, gentlemen! Come, musicians, play. A hall, a hall, give room! And foot it, girls. [_Music plays, and they unwash’d too, ’tis a throne where honour may be amended. [_Exit Nurse._] Enter Peter. PETER. Musicians, O, musicians, ‘Heart’s ease,’ ‘Heart’s ease’, O, and you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss. ROMEO. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? JULIET. Ay, those attires are best. But, gentle Nurse,