Val. I was. 2 Out. For what offence? Val. For that, which now torments me to rehearse: 1 Out. Why ne'er repent it, if it were done fo. Val. My youthful travel therein made me happy, Or elfe I often had been miferable. 3 Out. By the bare fcalp of Robin Hood's fat friar, This fellow were a king for our wild faction. * 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 Thrust from the company of awful men ; 2 Out. And I from Mantua, for a gentleman Whom, in my mood, I ftabb'd unto the heart. 1 Out. And I for fuch like petty crimes as thefe. But to the purpofe; for we cite our faults, That they may hold excus'd our lawless lives; And, partly, seeing you are beautify'd With goodly fhape, and by your own report A linguit; and a man of fuch perfection, As we do in our quality much want.; 2 Out. Indeed, because you are a banish'd man, Therefore, above the reft, we parley to you; VOL. I. Are 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; 1 Out. But if thou scorn our courtesie, thou dy'st. 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 you do no outrages On filly women, or poor paffengers, 3 Out. No, we deteft fuch vile base practices. Come, go with us, we'll bring thee to our crews. And fhew thee all the treasure we have got; Which, with ourselves, fhall reft at thy difpofe. [Exeunt. Changes to an open Place, under Silvia's Jedes Apartment, in Milan. Enter Protheus. Pro. And now I must be as unjust to Thurio. Lready I've been falfe to Valentine, Under the colour of commending him, I have access my own love to prefer: She twits me with my falfhood to my And, And, notwithstanding all her fudden quips, But here comes Thurio: now muft we to her window, 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 service where it cannot go. Thu. Ay, but I hope, Sit, 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 gueft, methinks, you're ally. cholly: 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 shall hear mufick, and fee the gentleman that you ask'd for. Jul. But fhall I hear him speak? Hoft. Ay, that you fhall. Jul. That will be mufick. Hoft. Hark, hark! Jul. Is he among these? Hoft. Ay; but peace, let's hear 'em. SON G. nach Fol ma Who is Silvia? what is fhe, That all our fwains commend her? The heav'n fuch grace did lend her, Is fhe kind, as he is fair? Then to Silvia let us fing, That Silvia is excelling; Hoft. How now? are you fadder than you were Jul. He plays falfe, father, Hoft. How, out of tune on the ftrings? 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 a flow heart. T Hoft. I perceive, you delight not in mufick. #OT Hoft. You would have them always play but one thing? tauto : ful. I would always have one play but one thing. But, The Two Gentlemen of Verona. But, hoft, doth this Sir Protheus, that we talk on, Hoft. I tell you what Launce, his lov'd her out of all nick. Jul. Where is Launce? man, told me, he Hoft. Gone to feek his dog, which to-morrow, by his master's command, he must carry for a prefent to his lady. Jul. Peace, ftand afide, the company parts. Thu. Farewel. [Exeunt Thurio and Mufick. Pro. Madam, good even to your ladyship. Pro. One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's truth, Pro. Sir Protheus, gentle lady, and your fervant. Pro. That I may compass yours. Sil. You have your with; my will is even this, That haft deceiv'd fo many with thy vows? 1 lov'd her out of all nick.] i. e. out of all count: that is, extravagantly. A phrafe taken from accounts when calculations were made by nicking on numbers upon a ftick. 229 |