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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;
Val. Peace, villain !
3 Out. Know then, that some of us are gentlemen,
2 Out. And I from Mantua, for a gentleman, Whom, in my mood, I stabb'd unto the heart.
1 Out. And I, for such like petty crimes as these.
2 Out. Indeed, because you are a banish'd man,
3 Out. What say'st thou ? wilt thou be of our consórt?
 Robin Hood was captain of a band of robbers, and was much inclined to rob churcomen. JOHNSON.
Dr. Johnson seems to have misunderstood this passage. The speaker does not swear by the scalp of some churchman who had been plundered, but by the shaven crown of Robin Hoorl's chaplain. - We will live and die together, (says a per gopagc in Feele's Edward I. 1593.) like Robin Hood, little John, friar Tacke, and Maide Marian." 18] Mood is aoger or resentmeut.
1 Out. But if thou scom our courtesy, thou diest.
3 Out. No, we detest such vile, base practices.
SCENE II. Milan. Court of the Palace. Enter 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 lov’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, The more it grows, and fawneth on her still. But here comes Thurio: now must we to her window, And give some evening music to her ear.
Enter THURIO, and Musicians.
in service where it cannot go.
for your sake.
F9] This was one of the rules of Robin Hood's government.
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 ?
shall. Jul. That will be music.
That all our swains commend her ?
The heavens such grace did lend her,
For beauty lives with kindness :
To help him of his blindness ;
That Silvia is excelling;
Upon the dull earth dwelling :
To her let us garlands bring.
you were before ? How do you, man ? the music likes you not.
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.
Host. I perceive, you delight not in music.
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 loved her out of all nick.'
Jul. Where is Launce ?
Host. Gope 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.
TH Where meet we ?
[Exe. Thurio and musicians. Silvia appears above at her window. Pro. Madam, good even to your ladyship.
Sil. I thank you for your music, gentlemen : Who is that, that spake?
Pro. One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's truth,
Sil. Sir Proteus, as I take it.
will ? Pro. That I may compass yours.
Sil. You have your wish ; my will is even this, That presently you hie you home to bed. Thou subtle, perjur'd, false, disloyal man! Think'st thou, I am so shallow, so conceitless, To be seduced by thy flattery, That hast deceiv'd so many with thy vows ? Return, return, and make thy love amends. For me,-by this pale queen of night I swear, I am so far from granting thy request, That I despise thee for thy wrongful suit , 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 ; ] Beyond all reckoning or count. Reckonings are kept upon nicked or notrhed
sticks or tallies.
But she is dead.
Jul. 'Twere false, if I should speak it ; For, I am sure, she is not buried.
[Aside. Sil. Say, that she be ; yet Valentine, thy friend, Survives ; to whom, thyself art witness, I am betrotb'd: And art thou not asham'd To wrong him with thy importúnacy ?
Pro. I likewise hear, that Valentine is dead.
Sil. And so, suppose, am I ; for in his grave Assure thyself, my love is buried.
Pro. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth.
Sil. Go to thy lady's grave, and call hers thence;
Jul. If 'twere a substance, you would, sure, deceive it, And make it but a shadow, as I am.
[ Aside. Sil. I am very loth to be your idol, sir ; But, since your falsehood shall become you well To worship shadows, and adore false shapes, Send to me in the morning, and I'll send it : And so, good rest.
Pro. As wretches have o'er-night, That wait for execution in the morn.
[Exeunt PROTEUS ; and SILVIA, from above. Jul. Host, will you go? Host. By my hallidom, I was fast asleep. Jul. Pray you, where lies sir Proteus ?
Host. Marry, at my house : Trust me, I think, 'tis almost day.
Jul. Not so ; but it hath been the longest night That e'er I watch'd, and the mo heaviest. [Exeunt
The same. Enter EGLAMOUR. Egl. This is the hour that madam Silvia Entreated me to call, and know her mind i