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letter : an unmannerly slave, that will thrust himself into secrets !-I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's correction.
Enter Duke and Thurio; Proteus behind. Duke. Sir Thurio, fear not, but that she will love
you, Now Valentine is banish'd from her sight.
Thu. Since his exile she hath despis’d me most, Forsworn my company, and rail'd at me, That I am desperate of obtaining her.
Duke. This weak impress of love is as a figure
Pro. Gone, my good lord.
Duke. So I believe; but Thurio thinks not som
Pro. Longer than I prove loyal to your grace, Let me not live to look upon your grace.
Duke. Thou know'st, how willingly I would effect The match between sir Thurio and my daughter.
Pro. I do, my lord.
Duke. And also, I think, thou art not ignorant How she opposes her against my will.
Pro. She did, my lord, when Valentine was here. Duke. Ay, and perversely she persévers so.
What might we do, to make the girl forget
Pro. The best way is to slander Valentine
Duke. Then you must undertake to slander him.
Pro. And that, my lord, I shall be loth to do :
Pro. You have prevail’d, my lord: if I can do it,
him, Lest it should ravel, and be good to none, You must provide to bottom it on me : Which must be done, by praising me as much As you in worth dispraise sir Valentine. Duke. And, Proteus, we dare trust you in this
kind; Because we know, on Valentine's report, You are already love's firm votary, And cannot soon revolt and change your mind. Upon this warrant shall you have access, Where you with Silvia may confer at large; For she is lumpish, heavy, melancholy, And, for your friend's sake, will be glad of you ; Where you may temper her, by your persuasion,
To hate young Valentine, and love my friend.
Pro. As much as I can do, I will effect :
Duke. Ay, much the force of heaven-bred poesy.
Pro. Say, that upon the altar of her beauty You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart : Write till your ink be dry; and with your tears Moist it again ; and frame some feeling line, That may discover such integrity : For Orpheus' lute was strung with poets' sinews ; Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones, Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands. After your dire-lamenting elegies, Visit by night your lady's chamber-window With some sweet concert: to their instruments Tune a deploring dumpt; the night's dead silence Will well become such sweet complaining grievance. This, or else nothing, will inherit her. Duke. This discipline shows thou hast been in
Duke. About it, gentlemen.
Pro. We'll wait upon your grace till after supper, And afterward determine our proceedings. Duke. Even now about it ; I will pardon you.
of Mournful elegy.
Enter certain Out-laws. 1 Out. Fellows, stand fast: I see a passenger. 2 Out. If there be ten, shrink not, but down with
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, I 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, 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 Verona. 1 Out. Whence came you? Val. From Milan. 3 Out. Have you long sojourn’d there? Val. Some sixteen months; and longer might
1 Out. What, were you banish'd thence ?
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,
i 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, Such as the fury of ungovern’d youth
Myself was from Verona banished,
2 Out. And I from Mantua, for a gentleman, Whom, in my mood I, I stabb’d unto the heart.
i 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: Are you content to be our general ? To make a virtue of necessity, And live, as we do, in this wilderness ? 3 Out. What say'st thou wilt thou be of our
consórt ? * Languages. + Lawful. 1 Anger, resentment.