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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
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
Val. My friends,-
3 Out. Ay, by my beard, will we;
a properl man.
should here disfurnish me,
2 Out. Whither travel you ?
1 Out. What, were you banish'd thence ?
I kill'd a man, whose death I much repent;
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;
Val. Peace, villain!
to? Val. Nothing, but my fortune. 3 Out. Know then, that some of us are gentle
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,
Therefore, above the rest, we parley to you:
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.
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.
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
shall hear music, and see the gentleman that you ask'd for.
Jul. But shall I hear him speak ?
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,
Is she kind, as she is fair?
For beauty lives with kindness :
To help him of his blindness ;
Then to Silvia let us sing,
That Silvia is excelling;
Upon the dull earth dwelling :
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.
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,