Tenebris-Damsel

Hamlet: will you play upon this pipe? Guildersten:My lord, i cannot H:I pray you G:believe me,i cannot H.i do beseech you G:i know no touch of it,my lord H:'tis easy as lying . Govern these ventages with your fingers and thumb, give it breath with your mouth,and it will discourse most eloquent music. Look you, these are the stops. G: But these i cannot i command to any utterance of harmony. i have not the skill. H: why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me,you would seem to know my stops, you would pluck out the heart of my mistery,you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; an