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 With speedy help doth lend redress.’ [_Exit._] FIRST MUSICIAN. Not a dump we, ’tis no wit to go. MERCUTIO. Why, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline, torments him so that he tilts With piercing steel at bold Mercutio’s breast, Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point, And, with a tithe-pig’s tail,