& Scene VII.

Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire; SCENE VI.- The same. An apartment in the But qualify the fire's extreme rage, palace. Enter Proteus.

Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason.

Jul. The more thou dam'sta it up, the more it Pro. To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn;

burns; To love fair Silvia, shall I be forsworn;

The current, that with gentle murmur glides, To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn;

Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth And even that power, which gave me first my oath,

rage; Provokes me to this threefold perjury.

But, when his fair course is not hindered, Love bade me swear, and love bids' me forswear: He makes sweet music with the enameli'd stones, O sweet-suggesting' love, if thou hast sinn'd, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge Teach me, thy tempted subject, to excuse it. He overtaketh in his pilgrimage; At first I did adore a twinkling star,

And so by many winding nooks he

strays, But now I worship a celestial sun.

With willing sport, to the wild ocean.
Unheedful vows may heedfully be broken; Then let me go, and hinder not my course :
And he wants wit, that wants resolved will

I'll be as patient as a gentle stream,
To learn his wit to exchange the bad for better. - And make a pastime of each weary step,
Fie, fie, unreverend tongue! to call her bad, Till the last step have brought me to my love;
Whose sovereignty so oft thou hast preferr'd And there I'll rest, as, after much turmoil,
With twenty thousand soul-confirming oaths. A blessed soul doth in Elysium.
I cannot leave to love, and yet I do;

Luc. But in what habit will you go along?
But there I leave to love, where I should love. Jul. Not like a woman; for I would prevent
Julia I lose, and Valentine I lose;

The loose encounters of lascivious men: If I keep them, I needs must lose myself; Gentle Lucetta, fit me with such weeds If I lose them, thus find I by their loss,

As may beseem some well-reputed page. For Valentine, myself; for Julia, Silvia.

Luc: Why then your ladyship must cut your I to myself am dearer than a friend;

hair. For love is still more precious in itself;

Jul. No, girl ; I'll knit it up in silken strings, And Silvia, witness heaven, that made her fair! With twenty odd-conceited true-love knots : Shows Julia but a swarthy Ethiope.

To be fantastic may become a youth I will forget that Julia is alive,

of greater time than I shall show to be. Rememb'ring that my love to her is dead;

Luc. What fashion, madam, shall I make your And Valentine l'll hold an enemy,

breeches? Aiming at Silvia is a sweeter friend.

Jul. That fits as well, as— tell me, good my I cannot now prove constant to myself,

lord, Without some treachery used to Valentine :- What compass will you wear your farthingalc ?' This night he meaneth with a corded ladder Why, even that fashion thou best lik’st, Lüceita. To climb celestial Silvia's chamber-window; Lic. You must needs have them with a cod Mosell in counsel, his competitor:?

piece, madam. Now presenliy I'll give her father notice

Jiu. Out, out, Lucetta ! that will be ill-favour'd. Of their disruising, and pretended fight;

Lac. A round hose, madam, now's not worth a Who, all enray'd, will banish Valentine;

pin, For Thurio, he intends, shall wed his daughter: Unless you have a cod-piece to stick pins on. But, Valentine being gone, I'll quickly cross, Ju.. Luceita, as thou lov’st me, let me have By some sly trick, blunt Thurio's dull proceeding. What thou think'st meet, and is most mannerly: Love, lend me wings to make

monter s Erit

. For undertaking so unstaid a journey?

swift, But tell me, wench, how will the world repute me, As thou hast lent me wit to plot this

I fear me, it will make me scandaliz'd. SCENE VII.-Verona. A room in Julia's Luc. If you think so, then stay at home, and go house. Enter Julia and Lucetta.

not.

Jul. Nay, that I will not.
Jul. Counsel, Lucetta ; gentle girl, assist me! Luc. Then never dream on infamy, but go.
And, even in kind love, I do conjure thee,- IT Proteus like your journey, when you come,
Whart the table wherein all my thoughts No matter who's displeas'd, when you gre gone :
Are visibly character'd and engray'd, -

I fear m, he will scarce be pleas'd withal.
Tolcszon me: and tell me some good mean, Jul. That is the least, Lucetta, of my fear:
Hax, with my honour, I may undertake

A thousand oaths, an ocean of his tears,
A journey to my loving Proteus.

And instances as infinite of love,
Lue. Alas! the way is wearisome and long.

Warrant me welcome to my Proteus.
Jud. A true-devoted pilgrim is not weary

Luc. All these are servants to deceitful men.
To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps ;
Mueh less shall she, that hath love's wings to dy ; Jul. Base men, that use them to so base effect!
And when the flight is made to one so dear, But truer stars did govern Proteus' birth;
Of such divine perfection, as sir Proteus.

ilis words are bonds, his oaths are oracles Lu. Better forbear, till Proteus make rcturn. His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; Ju. 0, know'st thou not, his looks are my soul's His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart, food ?

His heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth. Pity the dearth that I have pined in,

Luc. Pray heaven, he prove so, when you come Bylonring for that food so long a tiine.

to him! Didst thou but know the inly touch of love,

Jul. Now, as thou lov'st me, do him not that
Thoi woald'st as soon go kindle fire with snow,

wrons,
As seek to quench the fire of love with words. To bear a hard opinion of his truth :
11) Tempting. (2) Confederate. (3) Intended.

(4) Closest. (5) Trouble.

man

Only deserve my love, by loving him ;

Enter Valentine
And presently go with me to my chamber,
To take a note of what I stand in need of,

Duke. Sir Valentine, whither away so fast? To furnish me upon my longing journey,

Val. Please it your grace, there is a messenger All that is mine I leave at thy dispose,

That stays to bear my letters to my friends, My goods, my lands, my reputation;

And I am going to deliver them Only in lieu thereof, despatch me hence:

Duke. Be they of much import? Come, answer nat, but to it presently;

Val. The tenor of them doth but signify I am impatient of my tarriance, [Exeunt. My health, and happy being at your court.

Duke. Nay, then no matter ; stay with me

a while;
I am to break with thee of some affairs,

That touch me near, wherein thou must be secret.
ACT III,

Tis not unknown to thee, that I have sought

To match my friend, sir Thurio, to my daughter. SCE.VE I.-Milan. An anti-room in the Duke's

Val. I know it well, my lord; and, sure, the palace, Enler Duke, Thurio, and Proteus.

match

Were rich and honourable; besides, the gentleDuke, Sir Thurio, give us leave, I pray, awhile ; We have some secrets to confer about.

Is full of virtue, bounty, worth, and qualities

(Exit Thurio. Now, tell me, Proteus, what's your will with me? Cannot your grace win her to fancy him?

Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter: Pro. My gracious lord, that which I would dis

Duke. No, trust me; she is peevish, sullen, frocover,

ward, The law of friendship bids me to conceal:

Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty; But, when I call to mind your gracious favours

Neither regarding that she is my child,
Done to me, indeserving as I am,

Nor fearing me as if I were her father;
My duty pricks me on to utter that
Which else no worldly good should draw from me. Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her ;

And, may I say to thee, this pride of hers
Know, wor:hy prince, Sir Valentine, my friend,
This night iniends to 'steal away your daughter; Should have been cherish'd by her child-like duty,

And, where I thought the remnant of mine age Myself am one made privy to the plot.

I now am full resolv'd to take a wise, I know you have determind to bestow her

And turn her out to who will take her in: On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates;

Then let her beauty be her wedding-dower; And should she thus be stolen away from you, For me and my possessions she esteems not. It wou d be much vexation to your age.

Val. What would your grace have me to do in Thus, for my duty's sake, I rather chose

this? To cross my friend in his intended drift,

Duke. There is a lady, sir, in Milan, here,
Than, by concealing it, heap on your head Whom I afleet; but she is nice, and coy,
A pack of sorrows, which would guess you down, And nought esteems my aged cloquerce:
Being unprevented, to your timeless grave.
Dike, Proteus, I thank thee for thine honestcare; (For long agone I have for ot to court :

Now, therefore, would I have thee to my tutor
Which to requite, cominand me while I live.
This love of theirs mysell have often seen,

Besides, the fashion of the time is chang'd;)

How, and which way I may bestow myselí,
Haply, when they have juded me fust asleep; To be regarded in her sun-bright eye,
And of entines have purpos'd to forbid

Val. Win her with gifts, if she respect not words ;
Sir Valentine her company, and my court : Dumb jeweis often, in their silent kind,
But, fearing lest my jealous aim? might err,

More than quick words, do move a woman's mind, And so, unworthily, disgrace the man,

Duke. But she did scorn a present that I sent (A rashness that I ever yet have shunn'd,)

her. gave him gentle looks; thereby to find

Val. A woman sometimes scorns what best cons That which thyself hast now discioa'd to me.

tents her.
And, that thou may'st perceive my fear of this, Send her another; Inever give her o'er;
Knowing that tender youth is soon suggested, For scorn at first makes after-love the more.
I nighily lodge her in an upper tower,

If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you,
The key whereof myself have ever kept;

But rather to beget more love in you: And thence she cannot be convcy'd away. If she do chide, 'tis not to have you gone; Pro. Know, noble lord, they have devis’d a Por why, the fools a e mad, if left alone.

Take no repulse, whatever she doh say;
How le her chamber-window will ascend, For, get you gone, she doth not mean, away :
And with a corded ladder fetch her down; Flatter, and praise, cominend, extol their graces;
For which the youthful lover now is gone, Though nc'er so black, say, they have an els' faces.
And this way comes he with it presently;

Thai man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,
Where, if it please yo'l, you may intercept him. If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
B:t, good my lord, do it so cunninoly,

Duke. But she, I mean, is promis'd by her That my discovery be not aimeda at;

friends Por love of you, not hate unto my friend,

Unto a youthful gentleman of worth ;
Hath made me publisher of this pretence. And kept severely from resort of men,

Duke. Upon mine honour, he shall never know That no man tath access by day to her
That I had any light from thee of this.

Val. Why then I would resort to her by night. Pro. Adicu, my lord; sir Valentine is coming. Duke. Aye, but the doors be lock'd, and keys

[Erit.

kept safe, (1) Longed for. (2) Guess. (3) Tempted. (4) Guessed. (5) Design.

mean

That no man hath recourse to her by night. Val. And why not death, rather than living

torment ? Val. What lets,' but one may enter at her window?

To die, is to be banish'd from mysell, Duke. Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground; and Silvia is myself: banish'd from her, And built so shelving that one cannot climb it Is self from self; a deadly banishment! Without apparent hazard of his life.

What light is light, il Silvia be not seen? Val. Why then, a ladder, quaintly made of What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by ? cords,

Unless it be to think that she is hy,
To cast up with a pair of anchoring hooks, And feed upon the shadow of perfection,
Tould serve to scale another Hero's tower, Except I be by Silvia in the night,
So bold Leander would adventure it.

There is no music in the nightingale ;
Dike. Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood, Unless I look on Silvia in the day,
Advise me where I may have such a ladder. There is no day for me to look upon :
Val. When would you use it ? pray, sir, tell me She is my essence; and I leave to be,
that.

If I be not by her fair influence
Draire. This very night ; for love is like a child, Foster'd, illumin'd, cherish'd, kept alive.
That longs for every thing that he can come by. I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom :

Pal. By seven o'clock I'll get you such a ladder. Tarry I here, I but attend on death;
Duke. But, hark thee; I will go to her alone; But, Ny I hence, I fly away from life.
How shall I best convey the ladder thither?
Val. It will be light, my lord, that you may

Enter Proteus and Launce.
bear it
Under a cloak, that is of any length.

Pro. Run, boy, run, run, and seek him out.

Laun. So-ho! so-ho! Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the turn ?

Pro. What seest thou? Pal. Ay, my good lord.

Laun. Him we go to find; there's not a hair Duke.

Then let me see thy cloak: on's head, but 'tis a Valentine. I'll get me one of such another length.

Pro. Valentine ?

Val. No.
Val. Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my
Jord.

Pro. Who then? his spirit ?
Duke. How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak?-

Val. Neither. I pray thee, let me feel thy clook upon me.

Pro. What then? Whai latter is this same? What's here-- To Silvia ?

Val. Nothing. And here an engine lit for my proceeding!

Laun. Can nothing speak? master, shall I strike? Fl be so cold to break the seal for once. [reads.

Pro. Whom would'st thou strike ?

Laun. Nothing. My thoughts do luarbour with my Silvia nightly;

Pro. Villain, forbear.

Laun. Why, sir, I'll strike nothing: I pray And slaves they are to me, Thai send them flying :

you,0, could their master come and go as lightly,

Pro. Sirrah, I say, forbear; friend Valentine, a Himself would lodge, where senseless they are

word. lying.

Val. My ears are stopp'd, and cannot hear Ny herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest them, While I, their king, that hither them importune, So much of bad already hath possess'd them.

good news Do curse the grace that with such grace hath

Pro. Then in dumb silence will I bury mine, bless'd them,

For they are harsh, untunable, and bad.
Because myself do want my servants' fortune : Val, Is Silvia dead ?
I curse myself, for they are sent by me,

Pro. No, Valentine.
That they should harbour where their lord should
be.

Val. No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia !-

Hath she forsworn me? What's here?

Pro. No, Valentine. Silvia, this night I will enfranchise thee :

Val. No Valentine, il Silvia have forsworn

me!'Tis so: and here's the ladder for the purpose. - What is your news? Why, Phaeton (for thou art Merops' son,)

Laun. "Sir, there's a proclamation that you are Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car,

vanish'd. And with thy daring folly burn the world ?

Pro. That thou art banishid, O, that's the Wat thou reach stars, because they shine on thee?

news; G), base intruder! overweening slave!.

From hence, from Silvia, and from me thy friend. B2sor thy fıwning smiles on equal mates;

Val. O, I have fed upon this wo already,
And think, my patience, more thin thy desert, And now excess of it will make me surfeit.
Is privileire for thy departure hence:

Doth Silvia know that I am banish'd ?
Thank m for this, more than for all the favours,
Which, all too much, I have bestow'd on thee.

Pro. Ay, ay; and she hath offer'd to the doom Bor if ihou linger in my territories,

(Which, unreversid, stands in effectual force)

A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears : Longer than swiftest expedition

Those at her father's churlish feet she tender'd; Will give thee time to leave our royal court,

With them, upon her knees, her humble self; By heaven, my wrath shall far exceed the love I ever bore my daugh'er, or thyself.

Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so became

them, Be gone, I will not hear thy vain excuse, But, as thou lov'st thy life, make speed from But neither bended knees, pure hands held up,

As if but now they waxed palc for wo bence.

[Exit Duke. Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears,

Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire; (1) Hinders.

But Valentine, if he be ta’en, must die.

Besides, her intercession chaf’d him so, grandmother: this proves, that thou canst not read. When she for thy repeal was suppliant,

Speed. Come, fool, come: try me in thy paper. That to close prison he commanded her,

Laun. There; and Saint Nicholasa be thy With many bitter threats of 'biding there. speed ! Val. No more; unless the next word that thou Speed. Item, She brews good ale. speak'st,

Laun. And thereof comes the proverb,-BlessHave some malignant power upon my life: ing of your heart, you brew good ale. If so, I pray thee, breaihe it in mine ear,

Speed. Item, She can sew. As ending anthem of my endless dolour.i

Laun. That's as much as to say, Can she so? Pro. Cease to lament for that thou canst not Speed. Item, She can knit. help,

Laun. What need a man care for a stock with And study help for that which thou lament'st. a wench, when she can knit him a stock? Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.

Speed. Item, She can wash and icour. Here if thou stay, thou canst not see thy love; Laun. A special virtue; for theu she need not Besides, thy staying will abridge thy life. |be washed and scoured. Hype is a lover's staff; walk hence with that, Speed. Item, She can spin. And manage it against despairing thoughts. Lun. Then may I set the world on wheels, Thy letters may be here, though thou art hence; when she can spin for her living. Which, being writ to me, shall be deliver'd Speed. Item, She hath many nameless virtues. Even in the milk-white bosom of thy love.

Laun. That's as much as to say, bastard virtues; The time now serves not to expostulate: that, indeed, know not their fathers, and therefore Come, I'll convey thee through the city-gate ; have no names And, ere i part with thee, confer at large

Speed. Here follow her vices. Of all that may concern thy love-affairs :

Laun. Close at the heels of her virtues. As thou lov'st Silvia, though not for thyself, Speed. Item, She is nol to be kissed fasting, in Regard thy danger, and along with me.

respect of her breath. Val. I pray thee, Launce, an is thou seest my Laun. Well, that fault may be mended with a boy,

breakfast: read on. Bid him make haste, and meet me at the north gate. Speed. Item, She halh a sweet mouth. Pro. Go, sirrah, find him out. Come, Valentine. Laun. That makes amends for her sour breath. Val. O my dear Silvia ! hapless Valentine ! Speed. Item, She doth talk in her sleep.

(Ereunt Valentine and Proteus. Laun. It's no matter for that, so she slcep not in Laun. I am but a fool, look you; and yet I have her talk. the wit to think, my master is a kind of knave : Speed. Item, She is slow in words. but that's all one, if he be but one knave. He Laun. O villain, that set this down along her lives not now, that knows me to be in love: yet I vices! To be slow in words, is a woman's only am in love; but a team of horse shall not pluck virtue: I pray thee, out with't; and place it for that from ine; nor who 'tis I love, and yet 'tis a her chief virtue. woman: but that woman, I will not tell myself; Speed. Item, She is proud. and yet 'tis a milk-maid: yet ’lis not a maid, for Laun. Out with that too; it was Eve's legacy, she hath had gossips : yet 'tís a maid, for she is her and cannot be ta'en from her. master's maid, and serves for wages. She hath Speed. Item, She hath no leeth. more qualities than a water-spaniel,—which is Laun. I care not for that neither, because I love much in a bare Christian. Here is the cat-log crusts. {pulling out a paper) of her conditions. Imprimis, Speed. Item, She is curst. She can felch and carry. Why, a horse can do Laun. Well; the best is, she hath no teeth to no more; nay, a horse cannot setch, but only car- bite. ry; therefore, is she better than a jade. "Item, Şpeed. Item, She will often praise her liquya: She san milk ; look you, a sweet virtue in a maid Laun. If her liquor be good, she shall: it she with clean hands.

will not, I will; for good things should be praised.

Speed. Item, She is too liberul.3
Enter Speed.

Laun. Of her tongue she cannot; for that's writ down she is slow of: of her purse slie shall not; for

that I'll keep shut: now, of another thing she may; Speed. How now, Signior Launce? what news and that I cannot help. Well, proceed. with your mastership? Laun. With my master's ship? why, it is at sea. more faults than hairs, and more wealth' than

Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wil, and Speed. Well, your old vice still; mistake the

faults. word : what news then in your paper ? Lam. The blackest news that ever thousand not mine, twice or thrice in that last article:

Laun. Stop there; I'll have her: she was mine, heard'st.

rehearse that once more. Speed, Why, man, how black? Laun. Why, as black as ink.

Speed. Item, She hath more hair than uit,

Laun. More hair than wit,-it may be ; I'll Speed. Let me read them. Limun. Fie on thee, jolt-head; thou canst not therefore it is more than the salt; the hair that

prove it: the cover of the salt hides the sall, and read.

covers the wit, is more than the wit; for the greater Speed. Thou liest, I can.

hides the less. What's next? Laun. I will try thee; tell me this: who begot Speed. And more faults than hairs,thee?

Laun. That's monstrous: 0, that that were out! Speed. Marry, the son of my grandfather. Laun. O illiterate loiterer! it was the son of thy

Speed. And more wealth than faulls.

Laun. Why, that word makes the faults gra(1) Grier. 12) St. Nicholas presided over young scholars.

(3) Licentious in language.

you,

cious :' well, I have her: and if it be a match, as: By aught that I can speak in his dispraise, nothing is impossible,

She shall not long continue love to him. Speed. What then?

But sex, this weed her love from Valentine, Laun. Why, then I will te! thee,—that thy It follows not that she will love sir Thurio. master stays for thee at the north gate.

Thu. Therefore, as you unwind her love from Speed. For me?

him, Laun. For thee? ay; wno art thou ? he hath Lest it should ravel, and be good to none, said for a better man than thee.

You must provide to bottom it on me: Speed. And must I go to him ?

Which must be done, by praising me as much Laun. Thou must run to him, for thou hast staid As you in worth dispraise sir Valentine. so long, that going will scarce serve the turn. Duke. And, Proteus, we dare trust you in this Speed. Why didst not tell me sooner? 'pox of

kind; your love-letters!

[Exil. Because we know, on Valentine's report, Lun. Now will he be swinged for reading iny You are already love's firm votary, letter: an unmannerly slave, that will thrust him- And cannot soon revolt and change your mind, self into secrets !-I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's Upon this warrant shall you have access, correction.

[Ežil. Where you with Silvia may conser at large;

For she is lumpish, heavy, melancholy, SCENE II.-The same. A room in the Duke's Where you may temper her, by your persuasion,

And, for your friend's sake, will be glad of you ; palace. Enter Duke and Thurio; Proteus be- To hate young Valentine, and love my friend. hind.

Pro. As much as can do, I will etfect:

But you, sir Thurio, are not sharp enough; Duke. Sir Thurio, fear not, but that she will love You must lay lime,i to tangle her desires,

By wailful sonnets, whose composed rhymes Nov Valentine is banish'd from her sight. Should be full fraught with serviceable vows.

Thu. Since his exile she hath despis'd me most, Duke. Ay, much the force of heaven-bred poesy. Forsworn my company, and rail'd at me,

Pro. Say, that upon the altar of her beauty That I am desperate of obtaining her.

You sacritice your tears, your sighs, your heart : Dike. This weak impress of love is as a figure Write till your ink be dry; and with your tears Trench'd in ice; which with an hour's heat Moist it again; and frame some feeling line, Dissolves to water, and doth lose his forin. That may discover such integrity :A little time will melt her frozen thoughis, For Orphens' lute was strung with poet's sinews; And worthless Valentine shall be forgot. - Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones, How now, sir Proteus? Is your countryman, Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans According to our proclamation, gone ?

Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands. Pro. Gone, my good lord.

After your dire-lamenting elegies, Duke. My daughter takes his going grievously. Visit by night your lady's chamber-window Pro. A little time, iny lord, will kill that grief. With some sweet concert: to their instruments

Duke. So I believe; but Thurio thinks not so.- Tune a deploring dump ;t the night's dead silence Proteus, the good conceit I hold of thee

Will well become such'sweet complaining griev(For thou hast shown some sign of good desert,) Makes me the better to confer with thee.

This, or else nothing, will inherit her. Pro. Longer than I prove loval to your grace, Duke. This discipline shows thou hast been in Let me not live to look upon your grace.

love. Duke. Thouknow'st, how willingly I would effect Thu. And thy advice this night I'll put in prac. The match between sir Thurio and iny daughter.

tice: Pro. I do, my lord.

Therefore, sweet Proteus, my direction-giver, Duke. And also, I think, thou art not ignorant Let us into the city presently, How she opposes her against my will.

To sort some gentlemen well skill'd in music Pro. She did, my lord, when Valentine was here. I have a sonnet, that will serve the turn, Duke. Ay, and perversely she perseveres so.

To give the onset to thy good advice. What might we do, to make the girl forget

Duke. About it, gentlemen,
The love of Valentine, and love sir Thurio ? Pro. We'll wait upon your grece till after supper,

Pro. The best way is to slander Valentine And after ward determine our proceedings.
With falsehood, cowardice, and poor descent;

Duke. Even now about it; I will pardon you. Three things that women highly hold in hate.

(Exeunt. Duke. Ay, but she'll think, that it is spoke in

hate. Pro. Ay, if his enemy deliver it: Therefore it must, with circumstance, be spoken

ACT IV. By one, whom she esteemeth as his friend. Duke. Then you must undertake to slander him. SCENE I.A forest, near Mantua. Enter

certain Out-laws. Pro. And that, my lord, I shall be loth to do. Tis an ill office for a gentleman;

1 Out. Fellows, stand fast: I see a passenger. Especially, against his very friend.

2 Out. If there be ten, shrink not, but down Duke. Where your good word cannot advantage

with 'em. him, Your slander never can endamage him; Therefore the cffice is indifferent,

Enter Valentine and Speed. Being entreated to it by your friend.

3 Out. Stand, sir, and throw us that you have Pro. You have prevail'd, my lord: if I can do it, (1) Graceful.

(3) Bird-lime. (4) Mournful elegy. (5) Choose out.

ance.

about you;

(2) Cut.