2 Out. For what offence

Val. For that, which now torments me to rehearse!! I kill'd a man, whofe death I much repent;" But yet I flew him manfully in fight, sout Without falfe vantage or hafe treachery.

1 Out. Why ne'er repent it, if it were done fo But were you banish'd for fo fmall a fault ? Val. I was, and held nie glad of fuch a doom 1 Out. Have you the tongues?

Val. My youthful travel therein made me happy, Or elfe I often had been miferable..

3. Out. By the bare fealp

3 Out. By the bare fcalp of Robin Hood's fat friar, This fellow were a King for our wild faction.

i Out. We'll have him. Sirs, a word...

Speed. Mafter be one of them; it's an honourable 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 fome of us are gentlemen, Such as the fury of ungovern'd youth. Thruft from the company of awful men; Myfelf was from Verona banished,

For practising to fleal away a lady,

An heir, and near ally'd unto the Duke. (12)
2 Ont. And I from Mantua, for a gentleman
Whom, in my mood, Iftabb'd unto the heart.

1 Out. And I for fuch like petty crimes as these.
But to the purpofe; for we cite our faults,
That they may hold excus'd our lawless lives;
And, partly, feeing you are beautify'd ̧.
With goodly fhape, and by your own report

(12) An Heir and Niece ally'd unto the Duke. Thus all the Impreffions, from the first downwards. But our Poet would never have expreffed himself so stupidly, as to tell us this Lady was the Duke's Niece, and ally'd to him: For her Alliance was certainly, fufficiently included in the first Term. Our Author meant to fay, fhe was an Heirefs, and near allyed to the Duke; an Expreffion the moft natural that can be for the Purpofe, and very frequently used by the Stage-Poets,

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A linguift; and a man of fuch perfection,
As we do in our quality much want;

2 Out. Indeed, because you are a banifh'd man Therefore, above the reft, we parley to you; Are you content to be our General?

To make a virtue of neceffity,

And live, as we do, in the wilderness?

3 Out. What fay't thou wilt thou be of our confort? 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.

1 Out. But if thou fcorn our curtefy, thou dy't. 2 Out. Thou fhalt not live to brag what we have offer'd. Val. I take your offer, and will live with you; Provided, that yo do no outrages

On filly women, or poor paffengers.

3 Out. No, we deteft fuch vile bafe practices. Come, go with us, we'll bring thee to our crews. And fhew thee all the treafure we have got ;Which, with ourfelves, fhall reft at thy difpofe,

[Exeunt

SCENE changes to an open Place, under Silvia's Apartment, in Milan,

Pro.

Enter Protheus.

•ALready I've been false to Valentine,

now I must be as unjust to Thurie.
Under the colour of commending him,
I have accefs my own love to prefer:
But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy,
To be corrupted with my worthless gifts.
When I proteft true loyalty to her,

She twits me with my falfhood to my friend;
When to her beauty I commend my vows,
She bids me think, how I have been forfworn
In breaking faith with Julia whom I lov'd.
And, notwithstanding all her sudden quips,

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The leaft whereof would quell a lover's hope,
Yet, fpaniel-like, the more the fpurns my love,
The more it grows, and fawneth on her ftill.
But here comes Thurio: now muft we to her window,
And give fome evening mufick to her ear.

Enter Thurio and Muficians.

Thu. How, now, Sir Protheus, are you crept before us Pro. Ay, gentle Thario; for, you know, that love Will creep in fervice where it cannot go

Thu. Ay, but I hope, Sir, that you love not here. Pro. Sir, but I do; or elfe I would be hence.

Thu. Whom, Silvia?

Pro. Ay, Silvia, for your fake.

Thu. I thank you for your own: now gentlemen, Let's tune, and to it luftily a while.

Enter Hoft, and Julia in boy's cloaths.

Hoft. Now, my young guest, methinks, you're allycholly: I pray you, why is it?

Jul. Marry, mine hoft, because I cannot be merry. Hoft. Come, we'll have you merry; I'll bring you where you fhall hear mufick, and fee the gentleman that you afk'd for.

Jul. But fhall I hear him speak?
Hoft. Ay, that you shall.

Jul. That will be mufick.

Hoft. Hark, hark!

Jul. Is he among these?

Hoft. Ay; but peace, let's hear 'em.

SONG.

Who is Silvia? what is fhe,

That all our fawains commend her?
Holy, fair, and wife is fhe;.
The heav'n Juch grace did lend her,
That she might admired be.

Is fbe kind, as fhe is fair?

For beauty lives with kindness!
Love doth to her Eyes repair,

To help him of his blindness

And, being belp'd, inhabits there,

Then to Silvia let us fing,
That Silvia
That Silvia is excelling

She excels each mortal thing

Upon the dull earth dwelling
To her let us garlands bring.

Hoft. How now? are you fadder than you were before? how do you, man? the mufick likes you not. Jul. You mistake; the musician likes me not.

Hoft. Why, my pretty youth?

Jul. He plays falfe, father.

Hoft. How, out of tune on the strings?

Jul. Not fo; but yet fo falfe, that he grieves my

very heart-ftrings.

Hoft. You have a quick ear.

Ful. Ay, I would I were deaf! it makes me have low heart.

Hoft. I perceive you delight not in mufick.

Jul. Not a whit, when it jars fo.

Heft. Hark, what fine change is in the mufick
Jul. Ay; that change is the fpight.

Hoft. You would have them always play but one

thing?

Jul. I would always have one play but one thing. But, hoft, doth this Sir Protheus, that we talk on, Often refort unto this gentlewoman?

Hoft. I tell you what Launce, his man, told me, he lov'd her out of all nick.i

Jul. Where is Launce?

Hoft. Gone to feek his dog, which to-morrow, by his mafter's command, he must carry for a prefent to his lady.

Jul. Peace, ftand afide, the company parts.

Pro. Sir Thurio, fear not you; I will fo plead, That you fhall fay, my cunning drift excels.

Thu.

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Thu. Where meet we?.
Pro. At St. Gregory's well.

Thu. Farewel.

[Exeunt Thurio and musicks i

Silvia above at ber "window.

Pro. Madam, good even to your ladyfhip.
Sil. I thank you for your mufick, 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.
Sil. Sir Protheus, as I take it.

Pro. Sir Protheus, gentle lady, and your fervant.
Sil. What is your will?

Pro. That I may compass yours.

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Sil. You have your wish; my will is even this,
That prefently you hie you home to bed.
Thou fubtle, perjur'd, falfe, difloyal man!
Think't thou, I am fo fhallow, fo conceitlefs,
To be feduced by thy flattery,

That haft deceiv'd fo many with thy vows?
Return, return, and make thy love amends..
For me, by this pale queen of night, I fwear,.
I am fo far from granting thy requeft,
That I defpife thee for thy wrongful fuit;
And, by and by, intend to chide myself,

Ev'n for this time I fpend in talking to thee,

Pro. I grant, fweet love, that I did love a lady; But fhe is dead.

Ful [Afide.] 'Twere falfe, if I fhould speak it; For, I am fure, fhe is not buried,

Sil. Say, that the be; yet Valentine, thy friend, Survives; to whom, thyfelf art witness,

I am betroath'd; and art thou not asham'd

To wrong him with thy importunacy?

Pro. 1 likewife hear, that Valentine is dead.
Sil. And fo, fuppofe, am I; for in his grave,

Affure thyfelf, my love is buried.

Pro. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth. Sil. Go to thy lady's grave and call her thence, Or, at the leaft, in hers fepulchre thine.

Jul.