Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones, Visit by night your lady's chamber-window Duke. This discipline shows thou hast been in love. Thu. And thy advice this night I'll put in prac- Therefore, sweet Proteus, my direction-giver, To sort some gentlemen well skill'd in music : To give the onset to thy good advice. Duke. About it, gentlemen. Pro. We'll wait upon your grace till after supper: And afterward determine our proceedings. Duke. Even now about it; I will pardon you. [Exeunt. ACT THE FOURTH. SCENE 1. A Forest, near Mantua. Enter certain OUT-LAWS. 1 Out. Fellows, stand fast; I see a passenger. with 'em. 6 Mournful elegy. 7 Choose out. Enter VALENTINE and SPeed. 3 Out. Stand, sir, and throw us that you have about you; 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; 8 For he's a proper & man. Val. Then know, that I have little wealth to lose; A man I am, cross'd with adversity: My riches are these poor habiliments, 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. 1 Out. Whence came you? Val. From Milan. 3 Out. Have you long sojourn'd there? If crooked fortune had not thwarted me. 2 Out. For what offence? Val. For that which now torments me to rehearse; I kill'd a man, whose death I much repent; 1 Out. Why ne'er repent it, if it 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?9 VOL. I. 8 Well looking. M 9 Languages. 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. It is an honourable kind of thievery. 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 gentlemen, Such as the fury of ungovern'd youth Thrust from the company of awful' men. 1 Out. But to the purpose,-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: 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 consort? Say, ay, and be the captain of us all : We'll do thee homage, and be rul'd by thee, 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, Lawful. And show thee all the treasure we have got; [Exeunt. SCENE II. Milan. Court of the Palace. Enter PROTeus. Pro. Already have I been false to Valentine, But here comes Thurio: now must we to her window, And give some evening musick 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. 2 Passionate reproaches. Thu. Whom? Silvia? Pro. Ay, Silvia,-for your sake. men, Let's tune, and to it lustily a while. Now, gentle 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 musick, 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 musick. Host. Hark! hark! Jul. Is he among these? [Musick plays. 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 lend her, Is she kind, as she is fair? Then to Silvia let us sing, |