Where you may temper her, by your Perfuafion,
To hate young Valentine, and love my Friend.

Pro. As much as I can do, I will effect.
But you, Sir Thurio, are not fharp enough;
You must lay Lime, to tangle her Defires
By wailful Sonnets, whofe compofed Rhimes
Should be full fraught with ferviceable Vows.
Duke. Ay, much is the Force of Heav'n-bred Poefie.
Pro. Say, that upon the Altar of her Beauty
You facrifice your Tears, your Sighs, your Heart:
Write 'till your Ink be dry, and with your Tears
Moift it again, and frame fome feeling Line
That may discover fuch Integrity:

For Orpheus Lute was ftrung with Poets Sinews,
Whofe golden Touch could foften Steel and Stones,
Make Tygers tame, and huge Leviathans

Forfake unfounded Deeps, and dance on Sands.
After your dire-lamenting Elegies,

Vifit by Night your Lady's Chamber-Window
With fome sweet Confort: To their Inftruments
Tune a deploring Dump; the Night's dead Silence
Will well become fuch fweet complaining Grievance.
This, or elfe nothing, will inherit her.

Duke. This Difcipline fhews thou haft been in Love.
Thu. And thy Advice this Night I'll put in practice;
Therefore fweet Protheus, my Direction-giver,
Let us into the City presently

To fort fome Gentlemen well skill'd in Mufick;
I have a Sonnet that will ferve the turn

To give the Onfet to thy good Advice.

Duke. About it Gentlemen.

Pro. We'll wait upon your Grace 'till after Supper,

And afterwards determine our Proceedings.

Duke. Even now about it. I will pardon you. [Exeunt.

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A C T IV.

SCENE I.

SCENE a Foreft.

Enter certain Out-laws.

1 Out. Fellows, ftand faft: I fee a Paffenger.

2 Out. If there be ten, fhrink not, but down with 'em. Enter Valentine and Speed.

3 Out. Stand, Sir, and throw us that you have about ye: If not, we'll make you, Sir, and rifle you.

Speed. Sir, we are undone; these are the Villains That all the Travellers do fear fo much.

Val. My Friends.

I Out. That's not fo, Sir; we are your Enemies. 2 Out. Peace; we'll hear him.

3 Out. Ay by my Beard will we; for he is a proper Man. Val. Then know that I have little to lose :

A Man I am, crofs'd with Adverfity;
My Riches are thefe 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 Millan.

3 Out. Have you long fojourn'd there?

Val. Some fixteen Months, and longer might have staid, If crooked Fortune had not thwarted me.

1 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, whofe Death I much repent;
But yet I flew him manfully in Fight,
Without falfe Vantage, or bafe Treachery.

1 Out. Why ne'er repent it, if it were done fo.
But were you banifh'd for fo fmall a Fault?
Val. I was, and held me glad of fuch a Doom.
2 Out. Have you the Tongues?

Val. My youthful Travel therein made me happy, Or elfe I often had been miferable.

3. Out.

3 Out. By the bare Scalp of Robin Hood's fat Friar, This Fellow were a King for our wild Faction.

I Out. We'll have him. Sirs, a Word.
Speed. Mafter, be one of them:

It's an honourable Kind of Thievery.
Val. Peace, Villain.

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
Thruft from the Company of awful Men:
My felf was from Verona banifhed,
For practising to fteal away a Lady,

An Heir, and Neice, ally'd unto the Duke.

2 Out. And I from Mantua, for a Gentleman, Who, in my Mood, I ftabb'd unto the Heart.

I 1 Out. And I for fuch like petty Crimes as these.
But to the Purpofe; for we cite our Faults,
That they may hold excus'd our lawless Lives;
And partly feeing you are beautify'd

With goodly Shape, and, by your own Report,
A Linguift, and a Man of fuch Perfection
As we do in our Quality much want.

2 Out. Indeed because you are a banish'd Man,
Therefore, above the reft, we parley to you;
Are you content to be our General?

To make a Virtue of Neceffity,

And live as we do in the Wilderness?

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Out. What say'st thou? wilt thou be of our Confort? 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 fcorn our Courtefie, thou dy'ft. 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 filly Women, or poor Paffengers.

3 Out. No, we deteft fuch vile bafe Practifes. Come, go with us, we'll bring thee to our Crews, And fhew thee all the Treasure we have got;

Which, with our felves, all reft at thy Difpofe. [Exeunt.

SCENE

SCENE II.

Enter Protheus.

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 Accefs my own Love to prefer;
But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy,
To be corrupted with my worthlefs Gifts.
When I proteft true Loyalty to her,

She twits me with my Falfhood to my Friend:
When to her Beauty I commend my Vows,
She bids me think how I have been forfworn
In breaking Faith with Julia, whom I lov'd.
And notwithstanding all her fudden Quips,
The leaft whereof would quell a Lover's Hope,
Yet, Spaniel-like, the more fhe fpurns my Love,
The more it grows, and fawneth on her ftill.
But here comes Thurio: Now muft we to her Window,
And give fome Evening Mufick to her Ear.
Enter Thurio and Muficians.

Thu. How now, Sir Protheus, are you crept before us?
Pro. Ay, gentle Thurio; for you know that Love
Will creep in Service where it cannot go.

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Thu. Ay, but I hope, Sir, that you love not here.
Pro. Sir, but I do; or elfe I would be hence.
Thu. Whom, Silvia?

Pro. Ay, Silvia, for your fake.

Thu. I thank you for your own: Now Gentlemen

Let's turn, and to it luftily a while.

Enter Hoft, and Julia in Boys Cloaths.

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Hoft. Now my young Guest; methinks you're allycholly: I pray what is it?

Jul. Marry, mine Hoft, because I cannot be merry.

Hoft. Come, we'll have you merry: I'll bring you where you fhall hear Mufick, and fee the Gentleman that you ask'd for.

Jul. But fhall I hear him speak?

Hoft. Ay, that you shall.

Jul. That will be Mufick.

Hoft. Hark, hark.

Ful.

Jul. Is he among these?

Hoft. Ay; but Peace, let's hear 'em.

SONG.

Who is Silvia? what is she?

That all our Swains commend her?
Holy, fair and wife is fhe,

The Heav'n fuch Grace did lend her,
That he might admired be.
Is fhe kind as he is fair?
For Beauty lives with Kindness.
Love doth to her Eyes repair,
To help him of his Blindness:
And being help'd inhabits there,
Then to Silvia let us fing,
That Silvia is excelling;
She excels each mortal thing
Upon the dull Earth dwelling:

To her let us Garlands bring.

Hoft. How now? are you fadder than you were before? How do you, Man? the Mufick likes you not.

Jul. You mistake; the Musician likes me not.

Hoft. Why, my pretty Youth?

Jul. He plays falfe, Father.

Hoft. How, out of tune on the Strings?

Jul. Not fo; but yet

So falfe, that he grieves my very Heart-strings,

Hoft. You have a quick Ear.

(Heart.

Ful. Ay, I would I were deaf; it makes me have a flow

Hoft. I perceive you delight not in Mufick.

Jul. Not a whit, when it jars fo.

Hoft. Hark what fine Change is in the Mufick.

Jul. Ay; that Change is the Spight.

Hoft. You would have them play always but one thing. Jul. I would always have one play but one thing. But, Hoft, doth this Sir Protheus, that we talk on, Often refort unto this Gentlewoman?

Hoft. I tell you what Launce, his Man, told me, He lov'd her out of all Nick,

Jul. Where is Launce ?

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