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That. .My friend not so bilt him
SCENE I. A Forest, near Mantua.
Enter certain Outlaws. 1 Out. Fellows, stand fast; I see a passenger. 2 Out. If there be ten, shrink not, but down with 'em.
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; for he's a proper man. Val. Then know, that I have little wealth to lose; A man I am, crossed 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 sojourned there? Val. Some sixteen months; and longer might have staid, If crooked fortune had not thwarted me.
1 Out. What, were you banished thence ?
Val. For that which now torments me to rehearse :
1 Out. Why, ne'er repent it, if it were done so; But were you banished for so small a fault?
Val. I was, and held me glad of such a doom.
Val. My youthful travel therein made me happy;
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 honorable 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 ungoverned youth Thrust from the company of awful men: Myself was from Verona banished, For practising to steal away a lady, An heir, and near allied unto the Duke.
2. Out. And I from Mantua, for a gentleman, Whom, in my mood, I stabbed unto the heart.
1 Out. And I, for such like petty crimes as these.
2 Out. Indeed, because you are a banished man,
3 Out. What say'st thou? wilt thou be of our consórt?
1 Out. But if thou scorn our courtesy, thou diest.
Val. I take your offer, and will live with you;
3 Out. No, we detest such vile, base practices.
SCENE II. Milan. Court of the Palace.
But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy,
Enter Thurio and Musicians.
Pro. Ay, gentle Thurio; for you know that love
Thu. Ay, but I hope, sir, that you love not here.
Thu. I thank you for your own. Now, gentlemen,
Host. Now, my young guest! methinks you're allycholly: I pray you, why is it?
Jui. Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry.
Ilost. Come, we'll have you merry: I'll bring you where you shall hear music, and see the gentleman that you asked for.
Jul. But shall I hear him speak ?
That all our swains commend her ?
The heavens such grace did lend her,
For beauty lives with kindness :
Love doth to her eyes repair,
To help him of his blindness ;
That Silvia is excelling;
Upon the dull earth dwelling :
To her let us garlands bring.
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.
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. 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 not you! I will so plead,
Thu. Where meet we?
Silvia appears above, at her window.
Sil. I thank you for your music, gentlemen : Who is that, that spake?
Pro. One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's truth, You'd quickly learn to know him by his voice.
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Sil. Sir Proteus, as I take it.
Sil. You have your wish; my will is even this,-
Pro. I grant, sweet love, that I did love a lady;
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 betrothed: And art thou not ashamed To wrong him with thy importunacy?
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 loath 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.