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as to go to the ale with a Christian: Wilt thou go?

Speed. At thy service. [Exeunt.
SCENE WI. The same. An apartment in the
Enter Photeus.

Pro. To leavemy Julia, shall I beforsworn; To love fair Silvia, shall I be forsworn; To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn; And even that power, which gave me first my oath, Provokes me to this threefold perjury. Love bade me swear, and love bids me forswear: 0sweet-suggesting love, if thou hast sinn'd, Teach me, thy tempted subject, to excuse it. At first I did adore a twinkling star, but now I worship a celestial sun. Unheedful vows may heedfully be broken; And he wants wit, that wants resolved will Tolearn his wit to change the bad for better. — Rye, sye, unreverend tongue! to call her bad, Whose sovereignty so of thou hast preferr'd With twenty thousand soul-confirming oaths. I cannot leave to love, and yet I do; But there I leave to love, where I should love. Julia Ilose, and Valentine I lose: If Ikeep them, I needs must lose myself; If I lose them, thus find I by their loss, For Valentine, myself; for Julia, Silvia. Ito myself am dearer, than a friend; For love is still more precious in itself: And Silvia, witness heaven, that made her fair! Shews/ulia but a swarthy Ethiope. I will . that Julia is alive, ememb'ring, that my love to heri And V. I'll hold an enemy, is dead; Aiming at Silvia as a sweeter friend. I Cannot now prove constant to myself, Without some treachery used to Valentine:– This night, he meaneth with a corded ladder To climb celestial Silvia's chamber-window; Myselfin counsel, his competitor: Now presently I'll give her father notice Q: their disguising, and pretended flight; Who, all enrag'd, will banish Valentine; For Thurio, he intends, shall wed his daughter: out, Valentine being gone, til quickly cross, by some sly trick, bluntthurio's dull proceeding. ove, lend me wings to make my purpose swift Asthou hast lent me witto plot this drift! [Exit. *NPVII– Perona. Aroom in Julia's house. Enter Julia and Lucetta. Jul. Counsel, Lucetta gentle girl, assist me! And, evenin kind love, I do conjure thee, – Who art the table, wherein all my thoughts Are visibly charácter'd and engrav'd, i. lesson me; and tell me some good mean, 9W, with my honour, I may undertake Ajourney to my loving Proteus. ; Alas! the way is wearisome and long. - Jul. Atrue-devoted pilgrim is not weary W. o kingdoms with his feeble steps; A. o that hath love's wings to fly; Ofs ...thetlight is made to one so dear, o divine perfection, as sir Proteus. #. forbear, till Proteus make return. Piyū. i. o not, his looks are my soul's food? i_ . , that I have pined in, !!onging for that food so long a time. . otknow theinly touch of love, As o st as soon go kindle fire with snow, uc. 14 '1"ench the fire of love with words. ****tseek to quench your love's hotfire;

But qualify the fire's extreme rage,
Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason.
Jul. The more thou damm'st it up, the more it burns;
The current, that with gentle murmur glides,
Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage;
But, when his fair course is not hindered,
He makes sweetmusick with the enamel'dstones,
Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge
He overtaketh in his pilgrimage;
And so by many winding nooks he strays,
With willing sport, to the wild ocean.
Then let me go, and hinder not my course!
I'll be as patient, as a gentle stream,
And make a pastime of each weary step,
Till the last step have brought me to my love;
And there I'll rest, as, after much turmoil,
A blessed soul doth in Elysium.
Luc. But in what habit will you go along?
Jul. Not like a woman; for I would prevent
The loose encounters of lascivious men.
Gentle Lucetta, fit me with such weeds,
As may beseem some well-reputed page!
Luc. Why then, your ladyship must cut your hair.
Jul. No, girl; I'll knit it up in silken strings,
With twenty odd-conceited true-love knots:
To be fantastic may become a youth
Of greater time, than I shall show to be.
Luc.What fashion,madam", shall I make your breech-
Jul. That fits as well, as–“tell me, good my lord,
“What compass will you wear your farthingale 2"
Why, even that fashion thou best lik'st, Lucetta.
Luc. You must needs have them with a codpiece,
Jul. Out, out, Lucetta! that will be ill-favour’d.
Luc. A round hose, madam, now's not worth a pin,
Unless you have a codpiece to stick pins on.
Jul. Lucetta, as thou lov'st me, let me have
What thou think'st meet, and is most mannerly"
But tell me, wench, how will the world repute me,
For undertaking so unstaid a journey?
I fear me, it will make me scandaliz'd.
Luc. If you think so, then stay at home, and go not!
Jul. Nay, that I will not.
Luc. Then never dream on infamy, but go
If Proteus like your journey, when you come,
No matter who's displeas'd, when you are gone:
I fear me, he will scarce be pleas'd withal.
Jul. That is the least, Lucetta, of my fear:
A thousand oaths, an ocean of his tears,
And instances as infinite of love,
Warrant me welcome to my Proteus.
Luc. All these are servants to deceitful men.
Jul. Base men, that use them to so base effect!
But truer stars did govern Proteus' birth:
His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles;
His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate;
His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart;
His heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth.
Luc. Pray heaven, he prove so, when you come
to him
Jul. Now, as thou lov'st me, do him not that wrong,
To bear a hard opinion of his truth;
Only deserve my love, by loving him,
And presently go with me to my chamber,
To take a note of what I stand in need of,
To furnish me upon my longing journey'
All that is mine I leave at thy dispose,
My goods, my lands, my reputation ;
only, in lieu thereof, despatch me hence!
Come, answer not, but to it presently'

I am impatient of my tarriance. [Exeunt.


SCENEI. — Milan. An anti-room in the Duke's palace.

Enter Duke, THURio, and Paoteus. Duke. Sir Thurio, give us leave, I pray, awhile ! We have some secrets to confer about. – | Exit Thurio. Now, tell me, Proteus, what's your will with me? Pro. My gracious lord, that, which I would discover, The law of friendship bids me to conceal : But, when I call to mind your gracious favours Dome to me, undeserving as I am, My duty pricks me on to utter that, Which else no worldly good should draw from me. Know, worthy prince, sir Valentine, my friend, This night intends to steal away your daughter; Myself am one made privy to the plot. 1 know, you have determin'd to bestow her On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates; And should she thus be stolen away from you, It would be much vexation to your age. Thus, for my duty's sake, I rather chose To cross my friend in his intended drift, Than, by concealing it, heap on your head A pack of sorrows, which would press you down, Being unprevented, to your timeless grave. Duke. Proteus, I thank thee for thine honest care, Which to requite, command me, while I live. This love of theirs myself have often seen, Haply, when they have judged me fast asleep, And oftentimes have purpos'd to forbid Sir Walentime her company, and my court: But, fearing, lest my jealous aim mighterr, And so, unworthily, disgrace the man, (Arashness, that I ever yet have shumn'd.) I gave him gentle looks, thereby to find That, whichthyself hast now disclos'd to me. And, that thou may'st perceive my fear of this, Knowing, that tender youth is soon suggested, Inightly lodge herin an upper tower, The keywhereof myself have everkept; And thence she cannot be convey'd away. Pro. Know, noble lord, they have devis’d a mean, How he her chamber—window will ascend, And with a corded ladder fetch her down; For which theyouthful lovernow is gone, And this way comes he with it presently; Where, if it please you, you may intercept him. But, good my lord, do it so cunningly, That my discovery be not aimed at! For love of you, not hate unto my friend, Hath made me publisher of this pretence. Duke. Upon minehonour, he shall never know That I had any light from thee of this.

Pro. Adieu, mylord; sirValentine is coming. [Exie.

Duke. Sir Valentine, whither away so fast?
Wal. Please it your grace, there is a messenger,
That stays to bearmy letters to my friends,
And I am going to deliver them.
Duke. Bethey of much import?
Wal. The tenor of them doth but signify
My health, and happy being at your court.
Duke. Nay, then no matter; stay with mea while !
I am to break with thee of some affairs,
That touch me near, wherein thou must be secret.
'Tis not unknown to thee, that I have sought
To match my friend, sir Thurio, to my daughter.
Pal. I know it well, my lord; and sure, the match
Were rich and honourable; besides, the gentleman
Isfull of virtue, bounty, worth, and qualities

Beseeming such a wife, as your fair daughter:
Cannot your grace win her to fancy him?
Duke. No, trust me, she is peevish, sullen, fro-
Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty;
Neither regarding, that she is my child,
Norfearing me, as if I were her father:
And, may I say to thee, this pride of hers,
Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her;
And, where I thought, the remnant of mine age
Should have been cherish’d by her child-like duty,
I now am full resolved to take a wife,
And turn her out to who will take herin:
Then lether beauty be her wedding-dower;
Forme and my possessions she esteems not.
Pal. What would your grace have me to do in this?
Duke. There is a lady, sir, in Milan, here,
Whom I affect; but she is nice, and coy,
And nought esteems my aged eloquence.
Now, therefore, would I have thee to my tutor,
(Forlong agone I have forgot to court:
Besides, the fashion of the time is chang'd :)
How, and which way, I may bestow myself,
To be regarded in her sun-brighteye.
Wal. Win her with gifts, if she respectnot words!
Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind,
More than quickwords, do move awoman's mind.
Duke. But she did scorn a present, that I senther.
Wal. A woman sometimes scorns what best cou-
tents her.
Send her another; never give her o'er )
For scorn at first makes after—love the more.
If she-do frown, 'tis not in hate of you,"
But rather to beget more love in you:
If she do chide, ’tis not to have you gone;
For why, the fools are mad, if left alone.
Take no repulse, whatever she doth say!
For, get you gone, she doth not mean, away :
Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces!
Though ne'er so black, say, they have angels' faces.
That man, that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
Duke. But she, I mean, is promis'd by her friends
Unto a youthful gentleman of worth,
And kept severely from resort of men,
That no man i. access by day to her.
P'al. Why then I would resort to her by might.
*: Ay, but the doors be lock'd, and keys kept
That no manhath recourse to her by night.
Pal. Whatlets, but one may enterather window?
Duke. Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground,
And built so shelving, that one cannot climb it
Without apparent hazard of his life.
Wal. Why then, a ladder, quaintly made of cords,
To cast up with a pair of ...
Would serve to scale another Hero's tower,
So bold Leander would adventure it.
Duke. Now, as thou art agentleman of blood,
Adviseme, where I may have such a ladder!
Pal. When would you use it? pray, sir, tellme that!
Duke. This very night; for love is like a child,
That longs for everything, that he can come by.
Pal. By seven o'clock I'll get you such a ladder.
Duke. But, hark thee! I will go to her alone;
How shall I best convey the ladderthither?
Pal. It will belight, mylord, that youmay bear it
Under a cloak, that is of my lenght.
Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the turn?
Pal. Ay, my good lord.
Duke. Then let me see thy cloak!
I'll get me one of such another length.
Wal. Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my lord.

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Duke. How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak'?— Ipray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me!— Whatletter is this same? What's here? — To Silvia? And here an engine fit for my proceeding ! I'll be so bold to break the seal for once. [Reads. Mythoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly; And slaves they are to me, that send them flying: 0, could their master come and go as lightly, Himself would lodge, where senseless they are lying. My herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest them; While I, their king, that thither them importune, Docurse the grace, that with such grace hath bless'd them, Because myself do want my servants' fortune: Icurse myself, for they are sent by me, That they should harbour where their lord should be. What's here? Silvia, this night I willenfranchise thee: Tisso, and here's the ladder for the purpose. — Why, Phaëton, (For thouartMerops’son,) Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car, And with thy daring folly burn the world? Wiltthou reach stars, because they shine on thee? Go, base intruder! over-weening slave! Bestow thy fawning smiles on equal mates! And think, my patience, more than thy desert, To privilege forthy departure hence. Thank me for this, more than for all the favours, Which, all too much, I have bestow'd on thee! Butifthou linger in my territories Longer, than swiftest expedition Will give thee time to leave our royal court, By heaven, my wrath shall far exceed the love, Iever bore my daughter, orthyself. Begone! I will not hear thy vain excuse; But, as thou lov'stthy life, make speed from hence! [Exit Duke. Kal. And why not death, rather than living torment? To die, is to be banish'd from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her, is self from self; a deadly banishment! Whatlight islight, if Silvia be not seen 2 What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by?. Unless it be, to think that she is by, And feed upon the shadow of perfection. Except I be by Silvia in the night, There is no musick in the nightingale; onless [look on Silvia in the day, There is no day for me to look upon. She is my essence, and Ileave to be, [[Ibe not by her fair influence Foster'd, illumin'd, cherish'd, kept alive. Isly not death, to fly his deadly doom : arry I here, Ibut attend on i. But, fly [hence, I sly away from life. Enter Paoteus and LAUNCE. * Run, boy, run, run, and seek him out! Laun. So-ho's so-hot Pro. What seest thou? *Him we go to find: there's notahairon's head, but 'tis a Valentine. Pro. Valentine? so No. ro: Who them? his spirit? Wal. Neither. p Pro. What then? 'al. Nothing. *Can nothing speak? master, shall I strike? £". Whom would'st thouji. 2 Laun. Nothing. #. Willain, forbear! *"...Why, sir, I'll strike nothing: I pra rou, Pro.Sirrahi say,forbear to...o. word

Pal. Myears are stopp'd, and cannot hear good news, So much of bad already hath possess'd them. Pro. Then in dumb silence will I bury mine, For they are harsh, untuneable, and bad. Val. Is Silvia dead? Pro. No, Valentine.. Val. No Walentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia! – Hath she forsworn me? Pro. No, Valentine. Pal. No Valentine, if Silvia have forsworn me! What is your news? Laun. Sir, there's a proclamation, that you are vamish'd. Pro. That thou art banished, 0, that's the news; From hence, from Silvia, and from me, thy friend. Wal. O, I have fed upon this woe already, And now excess of it will make me surfeit. Doth Silvia know, that I am banished? Pro. Ay, ay; and she hath offer'd to the doom, (Which, unrevers'd, stands in effectual force,) A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears: Those at her father's churlish feet she tender'd, With them, upon her knees, her humble self; Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so became them, As if but now they waxed pale for woe: But neither bended knees, pure hands held up, Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver—shedding tears, Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire; But Valentine, if he be ta'en, must die. Besides, her intercession chafd him so, When she for thy repeal was suppliant, That to close prison he commanded her, With many bitter threats of 'biding there. P'al. No more unless the next word, that thou speak'st, Have some malignant power upon my life. If so, I pray thee, breathe it in mine ear, As ending anthem of my endless dolour! Pro. Cease to lament for that, thou canst not help, And study help for that, which thou lament'st! Time is the nurse and breeder of all good. Here if thou stay, thou canst not see thy love; Besides, thy staying will abridge thy life. Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that, And manage it against despairing thoughts! Thy letters may be here, though thou art hence; Which, being writto me, shall be deliver'd Even in the milk-white bosom of thy love. The time now serves not to expostulate: Come, I'll convey thee through the city gate; And, ere I part with thee, confer at large Of all, that may concern thy love-affairs. As thou lov'st Silvia, though not for thyself, Regard thy danger, and along with me! Val. I !. thee, Launce, an if thou seest my boy, Bid him make haste, and meet me at the northgate. Pro. Go, sirrah, find him out!— Come, Valentine ! Val. O my dear Silvia hapless Valentine! [Exeunt Valentine and Proteus. Laun. I am but a fool, look you; and yet I have the wit to think, my master is a kind of knave; but that's all one, if he be but one knave. He lives not now, that knows me to be in love; yet I am in love; but a team of horse shall not pluck that from me; nor who 'tis I love, and yet’tis a woman: but what woman, I will not tell myself; and yet 'tis a milk-maid: yet 'tis not a maid, for she hath had gossips: yet 'tis a maid, for she is her master's maid, and serves for wages. She hath more qualities, than a water spaniel, — which is much in a bare christian. Here is the cat-log [Pulling out a paper] of her conditions. Imprimis, She can fetch and carry. Why, a horse can do no more; nay, a

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better, than a jade. Item, She can milk; look you, a sweet virtue in a maid with clean hands! Enter SPEED. Speed How now, signior Launce? what news with your mastership? Laun. With my master's ship? why, it is at sea. Speed. Well, your old vice still: mistake the word. Whatnews then in your paper? Jaun. The blackest news that ever thou heard'st. Speed. Why, man, how black? Laun. Why, as black as ink. Speed. Let me read them' Laun. Fye on thee, jolt-head thou canst not read. Speed. Thou liest, I can. Laun. I will try thee:Tell me this: Who begot thee? Speed. Marry, the son of my grandfather. Laun. O illiterate loiterer! it was the son of thy grandmother: this proves, that thou canst not read. Speed. Come, fool, come, try me in thy paper! Laun. There; and saint Nicholas be thy speed' Speed. Imprimis, She can milk. Laun. Ay, that she can. Speed. Item, She brews good ale. Laun. And thereof comes the proverb, Blessing of your heart, you brew good ale. Speed. Item, She can sew. Laun. That's as much as to say, Cam she so? Speed. Item, She can knit. Laun. What need a man care for a stock with a wench, when she can knit him a stock? Speed. Item, She can wash and scour. Laun. A special virtue! for then she need not be washed and scoured. Speed. Item, She can spin. Laun. Then may I set the world on wheels, when she can spin for her living. Speed. Item, She hath many nameless virtues. Laun. That's as much as to say, bastard virtues; that, | indeed, know not their fathers, and therefore have no Itarties. Speed. Here follow her vices. Laun. Close at the heels of her virtues. Speed. Item, She is not to be kissed fasting, in respect of her breath. Laun. Well, that fault may be mended with a breakfast. Read on 1 Speed. Item, She hath a sweet mouth. Laun. That makes amends for her sour breath. Speed. Item, She doth talk in her sleep. Laun. It's no matter for that, so she sleep not in her talk. Speed. Item, She is slow in words. Laun. O villain, that set this down among her vices ! To be slow in words, is a woman's only virtue. I pray thee, out with't and place it for her chief virtue! Speed. Item, She is proud. Laun. Out with that too ! It was Eve's legacy, and cannot be taken from her. Speed. Item She hath no teeth. Laun. I care not for that neither, because I love crusts. Speed. Item, She is curst. Laun. Well; the best is, she hath no teeth to bite. Speed. Item, She will often praise her liquor. Laun. If her liquor be good, she shall: if she will mot, I will; for good things should be praised. Speed. Item, She is too liberal. Laun. Of her tongue she cannot; for that's writ down she is slow of: of her purse she shall not; for that I’ll keep shut: now, of another thing she may; and that I cannot help. Well, proceed Speed, Item, She hath more hair, than wit, and more

Laun. Stop there! I'll have her: she was mine, and not mine, twice or thrice in that last article: Rehearse that once more' Speed. Item, She hath more hair, than wit, Laun. More hair, than wit?—it may be; I’ll prove it: The cover of the salt hides the salt, and therefore it is more, than the salt; the hair that covers the wit, is more, than the wit; for the greater hides the less. What's next? Speed.— And more faults, than hairs, Laun. That's monstrous: 0, that that were out! Speed. And more wealth, than faults. Laun. Why, that word makes the faults gracious. Well, I'll have her: And if it be a match, as nothing is impossible,

Speed. What then?
Laun. Why, then I will tell thee, – that thy master
stays for thee at the north gate.

Speed. For me?
Laun. For thee? ay; who art thou? he hath staid

for a better man, than thee.

Speed. And must I go to him? Laun. Thou must run to him, for thou hast staid so long, that going will scarce serve the turn. Speed. Why didst not tell me sooner? 'pox of your love-letters | [Exit. Laun. Now will he be swinged for reading my letter: An unmannerly slave, that will thrust himself into secrets! — I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's *::: zit.

SCENE II. — The same. A room in the Duke's alace. Enter Duke and Thunio; Proteus behind. Duke. Sir Thurio, fear not, but that she will loveyou, Now Valentine is banish'd from her sight. Thu. Since his exile she hath despis'd memost, 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 Trenched in ice, which with an hour's heat Dissolves to water, and doth lose his form. A little time will melt her frozen thoughts, And worthless Valentine shall be forgot.— How now, sir Proteus 2 Is your countryman, According to our proclamation, gone Pro. Gone, my good lord. Duke. My daughter takes his going grievously. Pro. A little time, my lord, will kill that grief. Duke. So I believe ; but Thurio thinks not so.Proteus, the good conceit I hold of thee, (For thou hast shown some sign of good desert) Makes me the better to confer with thee. 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 Valentime was here. Duke. Ay, and perversely she persevers so. What might wedo, to make the girl forget The love of Walentine, and love sir Thurio? Pro. The best way is to slander Valentine . With falsehood, cowardice, and poor descent; Three things, that women highly hold in hate Duke. Ay, but she'll think, that it is spoke in hate. Pro. Ay, if his enemy deliver it: Therefore it must, with circumstance, be spoken By one, whom she esteemeth as his friend. . . Duke. Then you must undertake to slander him.

faults, than hairs, and more wealth, than faults.

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'Tis an ill office for a gentleman,
Especially, against his very friend.
Duke. Where your good word cannot advantage
Your slander never can endamage him;
Therefore the office is indifferent,
Being entreated to it by your friend.
Pro. You have prevail'd, my lord: if I can do it,
Byaught that I can speak in his dispraise,
She shall not long continue love to him.
But say, this weed her love from Valentime,
It follows not, that she will love sir Thurio.
Thu. Therefore as you unwind her love from him,

* Letit 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 trustyou 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; ere 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.— But you, sir Thurio, are not sharp enough; You must lay lime, to tangle her desires, By wailful sonnets, whose composed rhymes Should be full fraught with serviceable vows. Duke. Ay, much is 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 tigerstame, and hugeleviathans 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 one adeploring dump! the night's dead silence Will well become such sweet complaining grievance. This, or else nothing, will inherither. *e. This discipline shows,thou hast been in love, Thu.And thy advice this night I'll put in practice. Therefore, sweet Proteus, my direction—giver, letus into the city presently, !"sort some gentlemenweiskill'd in musick! |have a sonnet, that will serve the turn, To give the onset to th good advice. Duke. About it, †. ! Pro. We'll wait upon your grace till after supper, And afterward determine our proceedings. Duke. Even now aboutitsi will pardon you.[Ereunt. Enter certain Outlaws.

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1 out. That's not so, sir; we are your enemies. 2 Out. Peace! we'll hear him. 8 Out. Ay, by my beard, will we; For he's a proper man. Pal. Then know, that I have little wealth to lose. A man I am, cross'd with adversity: Myriches 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? J'al. To Verona. 1 Out. Whence came you? Val. From Milan. 8 Out. Have you long sojourn'd there? Wal. Some sixteen months; and longer might have staid, If crooked fortune had not thwarted me. 1 out. What, were you banish'd thence? P'al. I was. 2Out. For what offence? Wal. For that, which now torments me to rehearse: I kill'd a man, whose death I much repent; But yet Islew him manfully in fight, Without false vantage, or base treachery. 1 Out. Why, ne'er repentit, if it were done so! But were you banish'd for so small a fault? Wal. 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. 8 Out. By the bare scalp of Robin Hood's fat friar, This fellow were aking 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. P'al. Peace, villain! 2 Out. Tell us this? Have you anything to take to? Pal. Nothing, but my fortune. 3 Out. Know then, that some of us are gentlemen, Such as the fury of ungovern'd youth Thrust from the company of awful men. Myself was from Verona banished, For practising to steal away a lady, An heir, ai.d near allied unto the duke. 2 Out. And I from Mantua, for agentleman, Whom, in my mood, Istabb’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 abanish'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? 3Out. What say'st thou? wilt thou be of our consort? 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. 1Out. But if thou scorn our courtesy, thou diest. 2Out. Thou shalt not live to brag what we have of fer'd. Val. I take your offer, and will live with you; Provided, that you do no outrages On silly women, or poor passengers. 80ut. No, we detest such vile base practices. Come, go with us, we'll bring thee to our crews, And shew thee all the treasure, we have got, Which, with ourselves, all rest at thy dispose.

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