PETER: Oh, musicians, because my heart is singing "My Heart Is Full Of Woe." Oh, play me some merry sad song to comfort me.
FIRST MUSICIAN: No, not a sad song. It's not right to play now.
PETER: You won't, then? Then I'll really give it to you.
FIRST MUSICIAN: What? What'll you give us?
PETER: No money, I swear, but an insult! I'll call you a minstrel!
FIRST MUSICIAN: Then I'll call you a serving creature.
PETER: Then I'll rest this serving-creature's knife on your head. I won't endure this from you! I'll make you sing. You hear me?
FIRST MUSICIAN: You make us sing, and you'll hear us.
SECOND MUSICIAN: put away your knife, man, and pull out your wit*!
*pull out your wit!=act sensibly!