William Shakespeare - Ultimate Collection: Complete Plays & Poetry in One Volume. William Shakespeare
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SPEED.
Sir, we are undone: these are the villains
That all the travellers do fear so much.
VALENTINE.
My friends,—
FIRST OUTLAW.
That’s not so, sir; we are your enemies.
SECOND OUTLAW.
Peace! we’ll hear him.
THIRD OUTLAW.
Ay, by my beard, will we, for he is a proper man.
VALENTINE.
Then know that I have little wealth to lose;
A man I am cross’d with adversity;
My riches are these poor habiliments,
Of which if you should here disfurnish me,
You take the sum and substance that I have.
SECOND OUTLAW.
Whither travel you?
VALENTINE.
To Verona.
FIRST OUTLAW.
Whence came you?
VALENTINE.
From Milan.
THIRD OUTLAW.
Have you long sojourn’d there?
VALENTINE.
Some sixteen months, and longer might have stay’d,
If crooked fortune had not thwarted me.
FIRST OUTLAW.
What! were you banish’d thence?
VALENTINE.
I was.
SECOND OUTLAW.
For what offence?
VALENTINE.
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,
Without false vantage or base treachery.
FIRST OUTLAW.
Why, ne’er repent it, if it were done so.
But were you banish’d for so small a fault?
VALENTINE.
I was, and held me glad of such a doom.
SECOND OUTLAW.
Have you the tongues?
VALENTINE.
My youthful travel therein made me happy,
Or else I often had been miserable.
THIRD OUTLAW.
By the bare scalp of Robin Hood’s fat friar,
This fellow were a king for our wild faction!
FIRST OUTLAW.
We’ll have him: Sirs, a word.
SPEED.
Master, be one of them; it’s an honourable kind of thievery.
VALENTINE.
Peace, villain!
SECOND OUTLAW.
Tell us this: have you anything to take to?
VALENTINE.
Nothing but my fortune.
THIRD OUTLAW.
Know, then, that some of us are gentlemen,
Such as the fury of ungovern’d youth
Thrust from the company of awful men:
Myself was from Verona banished
For practising to steal away a lady,
An heir, and near allied unto the duke.
SECOND OUTLAW.
And I from Mantua, for a gentleman
Who, in my mood, I stabb’d unto the heart.
FIRST OUTLAW.
And I for such-like petty crimes as these.
But to the purpose; for we cite our faults,
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—
SECOND OUTLAW.
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?
THIRD OUTLAW.
What say’st thou? Wilt thou be of our consort?
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 OUTLAW.
But if thou scorn our courtesy thou diest.
SECOND OUTLAW.
Thou shalt not live to brag what we have offer’d.
VALENTINE.
I take your offer, and will live with you,
Provided that you do no outrages
On silly women or poor passengers.
THIRD OUTLAW.
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.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE 2. Milan. The sourt of the DUKE’S palace.
[Enter PROTEUS.]
PROTEUS.
Already have I been false to Valentine,
And now I must be as unjust to Thurio.
Under the colour of commending him,
I have access my own love to prefer:
But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy,
To be corrupted with my worthless gifts.
When I protest true loyalty to her,
She twits me with my falsehood to my friend;
When to her beauty I commend my vows,
She bids me think how I have been forsworn
In breaking faith with Julia whom I lov’d;
And notwithstanding all her sudden quips,
The least whereof would quell a lover’s hope,
Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love
The more it grows and fawneth on her still.
But here comes Thurio. Now must we to her window,
And give some evening music to her ear.
[Enter THURIO and Musicians.]
THURIO.
How now, Sir Proteus! are you crept before us?
PROTEUS.
Ay, gentle Thurio; for you know that love
Will creep in service where it cannot go.
THURIO.
Ay, but I hope,