Will you play upon this pipe?...
'Tis as easy as lying:
Govern these ventages with your finger and thumb, give it breath with your mouth
And it will discourse most eloquent music...
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 mystery;
You would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass:
And there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ;
Yet cannot you make it speak.
'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be play'd on than a pipe?
Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.