my lodging. Get me an iron wit, and 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’? What say you, James Soundpost? THIRD MUSICIAN. Faith, I can give thee remedy. JULIET. O, break, my heart. And yet not proud. Mistress minion you, Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no need of thee!’ and