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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, -
Val. Then know, that I have little wealth to lose;
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. 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. 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;
Val. Peace, villain !
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.
Thu. Ay, but I hope, sir, that you love not here.
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.
Thu. Where meet we?
SILVIA appears above, at her window.
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; 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.