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This fellow were a king for our wild faction.
1 Out. We'll have him : 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 ungovern'd youth Thrust from the company of awful 1 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, Who, in my mood,? I stabb’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 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 3 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
1 Out. But if thou scorn our courtesy, thou diest. 2 Out. Thou shalt not live to brag what we have
offer'd. Val. I take your offer, and will live with you ; Provided that
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.
Pro. Already have I been false to Valentine,
In breaking faith with Julia whom I loved :
Enter THURIO, and musicians. Thu. How now, sir Proteus ? are you crept be
fore 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
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?
Jul. Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry. Host. Come, we'll have you merry: I'll bring
shall hear music, and see the gentleman that you asked for.
· Passionate reproaches and scoffs.
Jul. But shall I hear him speak ?
shall. Jul. That will be music.
[Music plays. Host. Hark! hark ! Jul. Is he among these? Host. Ay: but peace, let's hear 'em.
Who is Silvia? What is she,
That all our swains commend her?
The heaven such grace did lend her,
Is she kind, as she is fair?
For beauty lives with kindness : 1
To help him of his blindness;
Then to Silvia let us sing,
That Silvia is excelling ;
Upon the dull earth dwelling :
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.
| Beauty without kindness dies unenjoyed and undelighting.
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.
Host. You would then have them always play but one thing?
Jul. I would always have one play but one thing. But, host, doth this Proteus, that we talk often resort unto this gentlewoman?
Host. I tell you what Launce, his man, told me, he loved her out of all nick.1
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 you not; I will so plead,
shall say, my cunning drift excels. Thu. Where meet we? Pro. At saint Gregory's well. Thau. Farewell. [Exeunt Thurio and musicians.
i Beyond all reckoning.