2 Out. What! were you banish'd thence? Val. I was. 2 Out. For what offence? Val. For that which now torments me to rehearse. 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 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? Val. My youthful travel therein made me happy, Or else I had been often 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. [They talk apart.1 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: An heir, and near allied unto the duke. 2 Out. And I from Mantua, for a gentleman, Who, in my mood, I stabb'd unto the heart. 1 Out. And I, for such like petty crimes as these. With goodly shape; and by your own report As we do in our quality much want 3 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? [consort? 3 Out. What say'st thou? wilt thou be of our 1 Not in f. e. Say, ay, and be the captain of us all. 1 Out. But if thou scorn our courtesy, thou diest. 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 cave,1 And show thee all the treasure we have got, Which, with ourselves, all rest at thy dispose. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-Milan. The Court of the Palace. Enter PROTEUS. Pro. Already have I been false to Valentine, I have access my own love to prefer; She twits me with my falsehood to my friend; But here comes Thurio. Now must we to her window, 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. 1 crews in f. e. Thu. I thank you for your own. Now, gentlemen, Let's tune, and to it lustily awhile. Enter Host and JULIA (in boy's clothes), behind. 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 gentlemen that you ask'd for. Jul. But shall I hear him speak? Jul. That will be music. Host. Hark! Hark! Jul. Is he among these? Host. Ay; but peace! let's hear 'em. SONG. Who is Silvia? what is she, [Music plays. That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise as free;1 The heaven such grace did lend her, Is she kind, as she is fair, To help him of his blindness; Upon the dull earth dwelling : Host. How now! are you sadder than you were 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. 1 is she: in f. e. 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. [Music plays again.1 Host. You would not 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, he lov'd her out of all nick. Jul. Where is Launce? Host. Gone to seek his dog; which, to-morrow, by his master's command, he must carry for a present to his lady. Jul. Peace! stand aside: the company parts. Pro. Sir Thurio, fear you not: I will so plead, That you shall say my cunning drift excels. Thu. Where meet we? Pro. At St. Gregory's well. Thu. Farewell. [Exeunt THURIO and Musicians. Pro. Madam, good even to your ladyship. Who is that, that spake? Pro. One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's truth, You would quickly learn to know him by his voice. Sil. Sir Proteus, as I take it. Pro. Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant. Pro. That I may compass yours. Sil. You have your wish my will is even this, That hast deceiv'd so many with thy vows? 1 This direction is not in f. e. And by and by intend to chide myself, Even for this time I spend in talking to thee. Pro. I grant, sweet love, that I did love a lady; But she is dead. Jul. [Aside.] T were false, if I should speak it; For, I am sure, she is not buried. Sil. Say, that she be; yet Valentine, thy friend, I am betroth'd; and art thou not asham'd Pro. I likewise hear, that Valentine is dead. Pro. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth. Pro. Madam, if your heart be so obdurate, And to your shadow will I make true love. And make it but a shadow, as I am. Sil. I am very loth to be your idol, sir; But, since your falsehood, 't shall become you well And so, good rest. Pro. That wait for execution in the morn. As wretches have o'er night, [Exeunt PROTEUS and SILVIA. Jul. Host, will you go? Host. By my halidom,' I was fast asleep. Host. Marry, at my house. Trust me, I think, 't is almost day. Jul. Not so; but it hath been the longest night That e'er I watch'd, and the most heaviest: [Exeunt. 1 From the Saxon haligdome, holy place or kingdom. |