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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 vot, but down with
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 proper* man.
Val. Theu 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 Veroua. 1 Out. Whence came you ? Val. From Milan. 3 Out. Have you long sojourn'd there? Val. Some sixteen months; and longer night hare
1 Out. What, were you bavish'd thence ?
2 Out. For what offence?
Val. For that which now torments me to rehearse: I kill'd a man, whose death J 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 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 !
3 Out. Know then, that some of us are gentlemen,
2 Out. And I from Maptua, for a gentleman, Whom, in my moodi, 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:
* Languages, t Lawful. Anger, resentment,
Are you content to be our general ?
1 Qut. 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.
Milan. Court of the paluce.
Pro. Already have I been false to Valentine,
• Passionate reproaches.
The least whereof would quell a lover's hope,
Enter Thurio, and Musicians.
fore 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.
Thu. I thank you for your own. Now, gentlemen, Let's tune, and to it lustily a while.
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 ?
Who is Silvia? What is she,
That all our swains commend her ?
The heavens such grace did lend her,
Is she kind, as she is fuir?
For beauty lives with kindness :
To help him of his blindness;
That Silviu is excelling;
Upon the dull earth dwelling:
Jul. You mistake; the musician likes me not.
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, liost, doth this sir Proteus, that we talk on, Often resort unto this gentlewomau?
Host. I tell you what Launce, his man, told me, he loved 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.
* Beyond all reckoning.