Where you may temper her, by your persuasion, But you, Sir Thurio, are not sharp enough; Much is the force of heaven-bred poesy. PRO. Say, that upon the altar of her beauty Moist it again; and frame some feeling lines For Orpheus' lute was strung with poets' sinews; Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands. Visit by night your lady's chamber window With some sweet consort;1 to their instruments DUKE. This discipline shews thou hast been in love. To sort* some gentlemen well skill'd in music : To give the onset to thy good advice. DUKE. About it, gentlemen. PRO. We'll wait upon your Grace till after supper, DUKE. Even now about it; I will pardon you. 70 80 90 [exeunt. ACT III ACT IV Sc. I ACT IV SCENE I. A Forest near Milan. Enter certain Outlaws. FIRST OUT. Fellows, stand fast: I see a passenger. SEC. OUT. If there be ten, shrink not, but down with 'em. Enter VALENTINE and SPEED. THIRD OUT. Stand, Sir, and throw us that you have about ye; 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 FIRST OUT. That's not so, Sir: we are your enemies. SEC. OUT. Peace; we'll hear him. THIRD OUT. Ay, by my beard, will we; for he is a proper man. VAL. Then know that I have little wealth to lose: VAL. Some sixteen months; and longer might have stay'd, If crooked fortune had not thwarted me. FIRST OUT. What, were you banish'd thence? VAL. I was. SEC. OUT. For what offence? VAL. For that which now torments me to rehearse: I kill'd a man, whose death I much repent; But yet I slew him manfully in fight, 30 FIRST OUT. Why, ne'er repent it, if it were done so. SEC. OUT. Have you the tongues? VAL. My youthful travel therein made me happy, Or else I often had been miserable. THIRD OUT. By the bare scalp of Robin Hood's fat friar, This fellow were a king for our wild faction. FIRST OUT. We'll have him. Sirs, a word. SPEED. Master, be one of them; It's an honourable kind of thievery. VAL. Peace, villain! SEC. OUT. Tell us this: have you any thing to take to? THIRD OUT. Know, then, that some of us are gentlemen, Thrust from the company of awful1 men: For practising to steal away a lady, An heir, and near-allied unto the Duke. SEC. OUT. And I from Mantua, for a gentleman, That they may hold excus'd 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 SEC. OUT. Indeed, because you are a banish'd man, Are you content to be our general? To make a virtue of necessity, And live, as we do, in this wilderness? 40 50 60 THIRD OUT. What say'st thou wilt thou be of our consórt ?2 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. FIRST OUT. But, if thou scorn our courtesy, thou diest. ACT IV Sc. I ACT IV SEC. OUT. Thou shalt not live to brag what we have VAL. I take your offer, and will live with you: Provided that you do no outrages On silly1 women or poor passengers. THIRD OUT. No, we detest such vile, base practices. 70 [exeunt. SCENE II. Milan. The Court of the DUKE's Palace. Enter PROTEUS. PRO. Already have I been false to Valentine, But here comes Thurio: now must we to her window, Enter THURIO and Musicians. THU. How now, Sir Proteus! are you crept before us? creep 1Ο 20 THU. I thank you for your own.-Now, gentlemen, Enter, at a distance, Host, with 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. 29 Host. Come, we'll have you merry: I'll bring you where you shall hear music, and see the gentleman that you ask'd for. JUL. But shall I hear him speak? HOST. Ay, that you shall. ACT IV Sc. II JUL. That will be music. [Music plays. That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she: The Heaven 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; Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling; She excels each mortal thing Upon the dull earth dwelling: HOST. How now! are you sadder than you were before? JUL. You mistake: the musician likes me not. 40 50 |