ACT IV.

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. i 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. I was.
2 Out. For what offence?

Val. For that which now torments me to rehearse :
I killed a man, whose death I much repent;
But yet I slew him manfully in fight,
Without false vantage, or base treachery.

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. 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 bim; 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.
But to the purpose, — (for we cite our faults,
That they may hold excused 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 banished 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 ?
Say ay, and be the captain of us all;
We'll do thee homage, and be ruled by thee,
Love thee as our commander and our king.

1 Out. But if thou scorn our courtesy, thou diest.
2 Out. Thou shalt not live to brag what we have offered.

Val. I take your offer, and will live with you;
Provided that you do no outrages
On silly women, or poor passengers.

3 Out. No, we detest such vile, base practices.
Come, go with us; we'll bring thee to our crews,
And show thee all the treasure we have got;
Which, with ourselves, all rest at thy dispose. [Exeunt.

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 loved :
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.
Thu. How now, Sir Proteus ? are you' crept before us?
Pro. Ay, gentle Thurio; for you know that love
Will creep in service where it cannot go.

Thu. Ay, but I hope, sir, that you love not here.
Pro. Sir, but I do; or else I would be hence.
Thu. Who? Silvia ?
Pro. Ay, Silvia, — for your sake.
Thu. I thank you for your own.

Now, gentlemen,
Let's tune, and to it lustily awhile.
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? 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?
Host. Ay, that you shall.
Jul. That will be music.

[Music plays.
Host. Hark! hark !
Jul. Is he among these?
Host. Ay: but peace; let's hear 'em.

SONG.
Who is Sylvia ? What is she ?

That all our swains commend her ?
Holy, fair, and wise is she ;

The heavens such grace did lend her,
That she might admired be.
Is she kind, as she is fair?

For beauty lives with kindness :

Love doth to her eyes repair,

To help him of his blindness ;
And, being helped, inhabits there.
Then to Silvia let us sing,

That Silvia is excelling;
She ercels each mortal thing,

Upon the dull earth dwelling :

To her let us garlands bring.
Host. How now? are you sadder than you were before ?
How do you, man? the music likes you not.

Jul. You mistake; the musician likes me not.
Host. Why, my pretty youth?
Jul. He plays false, father.
Host. How? out of tune on the strings ?

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. Not a whit, when it jars so.
Host. Hark, what fine change is in the music!
Jul. Ay; that change is the spite.
Host. You would have them always play but one thing?

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,
That you shall say, my cunning drift excels.

Thu. Where meet we?
Pro. At Saint Gregory's well.
Tu. Farewell. [Exeunt Thu. 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, You'd quickly learn to know him by his voice.

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Sil. Sir Proteus, as I take it.
Pro. Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant.
Sil. What is your 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, perjured, false, disloyal man!
Think'st thou, I am so shallow, so conceitless,
To be seduced by thy flattery,
That hast deceived 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;
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 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; Or, at the least, in hers sepulchre thine. Jul. He heard not that.

[Aside. Pro. Madam, if your heart be so obdurate, Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love, The picture that is hanging in your chamber, To that I'll speak, to that I'll sigh and weep: For, since the substance of your perfect self Is else devoted, I am but a shadow; And to your shadow will I make true love.

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.