Chapter 18

_Bian._ Why, gentlemen, you do me double wrong, To strive for that which resteth in my choice: I am no breeching scholar in the schools; I'll not be tied to hours nor 'pointed times, But learn my lessons as I please myself. 20 And, to cut off all strife, here sit we down: Take you your instrument, play you the whiles; His lecture will be done ere you have tuned. _Hor._ You'll leave his lecture when I am in tune? _Luc._ That will be never: tune your instrument. …