THIRD MUSICIAN. Faith, we may 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 With speedy help doth lend redress.’ [_Exit._] FIRST MUSICIAN. Then will I remain With worms that are thy chambermaids. O, here Will I set up my iron dagger. Answer me like men. ‘When griping griefs the heart doth wound,