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I kill'd a man, whose death I much repent;
1 Out. Why ne'er repent it, if it were done so : But were you banish'd for so small a fault?
Val. I was, and held me glad of such a doom. 1 Out. Have you the tongues?1
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.
2 Out. Tell us this: have you any thing to take
Val. Nothing, but my fortune.
3 Out. Know then, that some of us are gentle
Such as the fury of ungovern'd youth
2 Out. And I from Mantua, for a gentleman, Whom, in my mood,3 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,
2 Out. Indeed, because you are a banish'd man,
Therefore, above the rest, we parley to you:
3 Out. What say'st thou? wilt thou be of our consórt?
Say, ay, and be the captain of us all :
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 you 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.
SCENE II-Milan. Court of the palace. Enter Proteus.
Pro. Already have I been false to Valentine,
(1) Passionate reproaches.
The more it grows and fawneth on her still.
And give some evening music to her ear.
Enter Thurio, and musicians.
Thu. How now, before us?
sir Proteus? are you crept
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. Ay, Silvia-for your sake.
Thu. I thank you for your own. Now, gentle
men, 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
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?
Who is Silvia? What is she,
That all our swains commend her?
Holy, fair, and wise is she;
Is she kind, as she is fair?
For beauty lives with kindness:
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. He plays false, father.
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. Hark, what fine change is in the music!
Jul. I would always have one play but one thing.
But, host, doth this sir Proteus, that we talk on,
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 not you! I will so plead, That you shall say, my cunning drift excels. Thu. Where meet we?
Pro. At saint Gregory's well.
[Exeunt Thurio and Musicians.
Silvia appears above, at her window.
Pro. Madam, good even to your ladyship. Sil. I thank you for your music, 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.
Pro. Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant.
That hast deceiv'd so many with thy vows?
(1) Beyond all reckoning,