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ACT IV.

SCENE I.-A forest, near Mantua. Enter

certain Out-laws. 1 Out. Fellows, stand fast : I see a passenger. 2 Out. If there be ten, shrink not, but down

with 'em.

about you;

Enter Valentine and Speed. 3 Out. Stand, sir, and throw us that you have If not, we'll make you sit, and rifle you.

Speed. Sir, we are undone! these are the villains
That all the travellers do fear so much.

Val. My friends,-
1 Out. That's not so, sir; we are your enemies.
2 Out. Peace; we'll hear him.

3 Out. Ay, by my beard, will we;
For he's

a properl man.
Val. Then know, that I have little wealth to lose;
A man I am, cross'd with adversity :
My riches are these poor habilaments,
Of which if

you

should here disfurnish me,
You take the sum and substance that I have.

2 Out. Whither travel you ?
Val. To Verona.
i Out. Whence came you?
Val. From Milan.
3 Out. Have you long sojourn'd there?
Val. Some sixteen months; and longer might

have staid,
If crooked fortune had not thwarted me.

1 Out. What, were you banish'd thence ?
Val. I was.
2 Out. For what offence?
Val. For that which now torments me to rehearse:

(1) Well-looking

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I kill'd a man, whose death I much repent;
But yet I slew him manfully in fight,
Without false vantage, or base treachery.

1 Out. Why ne'er repent it, if were done so : But were you banish'd for so small a fault?

Val. I was, and held me glad of such a doom. 1 Out. Have you the tongues ?1

Val. My youthful travel therein made me happy; Or else I often had been miserable. 3 Out. By the bare scalp of Robin Hood's fat

friar, This fellow were a king for our wild faction.

1 Out. We'll have him: sirs, a word.

Speed. Master, be one of them;
It is an honourable kind of thievery.

Val. Peace, villain!
2 Out. Tell us this: have you any thing to take

to? Val. Nothing, but my fortune. 3 Out. Know then, that some of us are gentle

men,
Such as the fury of ungovern'd youth-
Thrust from the company of awful2 men :
Myself was from Verona banished,
For practising to steal away a lady,
An heir, and near allied unto the duke.

2 Out. And I from Mantua, for a gentleman, Whom, in my mood 3 I stabb'd unto the heart. 1 Out. And I, for such like petty crimes as

these. But to the purpose-(for we cite our faults, That they may hold excus'd our lawless lives,) And, partly, seeing you are beautified With goodly shape ; and by your own report A linguist; and a man of such perfection, As we do in our quality much want;2 Out. Indeed, because you are a banish'd man,

(2) Lawful.

(1) Languages.
(3) Anger, resentment,

Therefore, above the rest, we parley to you:
Are you content to be our general ?
To make a virtue of necessity,
And live, as we do, in this wilderness?
3 Out. What say'st thou? wilt thou be of our

consórt ? Say, ay, and be the captain of us all : We'll do thee homage, and be rul'd by thee, Love thee as our commander, and our king. 1 Out. But if thou scorn our courtesy, thou diest

. 2 Out. Thou shalt not live to brag what we have

offer'd. Val. I take your offer, and will live with you; Provided that

you do no outrages On silly women, or poor passengers.

3 Out. No, we detest such vile base practices. Come, go with us, we'll bring thee to our crews, And show thee all the treasure we have got ; Which, with ourselves, all rest at thy dispose.

Exeunt.

SCENE II.Milan. Court of the palace. En.

ter Proteus. Pro. Already have I been false to Valentine, And now I must be as unjust to Thurio. Under the colour of commending him, I have access my own love to prefer; But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy, To be corrupted with my worthless gifts. When I protest true loyalty to her, She twits me with my falsehood to my friend; When to her beauty I commend my vows, She bids me think, how I have been forsworn · In breaking faith with Julia whom I loy'd : And, notwithstanding all her sudden quips, The least whereof would quell a lover's hope, Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love,

(1) Passionate reproaches.

The more it grows and fawneth on her still.
But here comes Thurio : now must we to her win-

dow,
And give some evening music to her ear.

Enter Thurio, and musicians. Thu. How now, sir Proteus? are you crept

before us? Pro. Ay, gentle Thurio; for, you know, that

love Will creep in service where it cannot go. Thu. Ay, but, I hope, sir, that you love not here. Pro. Sir, but I do; or else I would be hence. Thu. Whom? Silvia ? Pro. Ay, Silvia—for your sake.• Thu. I thank you for your own. Now, gentle

men, Let's tune, and to it lustily awhile. Enter Host, at a distance; and Julia in boy's

clothes. Host. Now, my young guest! methinks you're allycholly; I pray you, why is it? Jul. Marry, mine host, because I cannot be

merry. Host. Come, we'll have you merry: I'll bring you where

you

shall hear music, and see the gentleman that you ask'd for.

Jul. But shall I hear him speak ?
Host. Ay, that you shall.
Jul. That will be music. [Music plays,
Host. Hark! hark !
Jul. Is he among these?
Host. Ay: but peace, let's hear 'em.

SONG.

Who is Silvia? What is she,

That all our swains commend her?

Holy, fair, and wise is she ;

The heavens such grace did lënd her,
That she might admired be.

Is she kind, as she is fair?

For beauty lives with kindness :
Love doth to her eyes repair,

To help him of his blindness ;
And, being help'd, inhabits there.

Then to Silvia let us sing,

That Silvia is excelling;
She ercels each mortal thing,

Upon the dull earth dwelling :
To her let us garlands bring.

Host. How now? are you sadder than you were

before? How do you, man? the music likes you not. Jul. You mistake; the musician likes me not. Host. Why, my pretty youth ? Jul. He plays false, father. Host. How out of tune on the strings ?

Jul. Not so; but yet so false that he grieves my very heart-strings.

Host. You have a quick ear.

Jul. Ay, I would I were deaf! it makes me have a slow heart.

Host. I perceive, you delight not in music.
Jul. Not a whit, when it jars so.
Host. Hark, what fine change is in the music!
Jul. Ay; that change is the spite.

Host. You would have them always play but one thing? Jul. I would always have one play but one

thing. But, host, doth this sir Proteus, that we talk on, Often resort unto this gentlewoman?

Host. I tell you what Launce, his man, told me,

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