A Forest between Milan and Verona |
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Enter certain Outlaws. |
First Out. Fellows, stand fast; I see a passenger. |
Sec. Out. If there be ten, shrink not, but down with 'em. |
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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. |
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. |
Sec. Out. Whither travel you? |
Val. To Verona. |
First Out. Whence came you? |
Val. From Milan. |
Third Out. Have you long sojourn'd there? |
Val. Some sixteen months; and longer might have stay'd |
If crooked fortune had not thwarted me. |
Sec. 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, |
Without false vantage or base treachery. |
First 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. |
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 is an honourable kind of thievery. |
Val. Peace, villain! |
Sec. Out. Tell us this: have you anything to take to? |
Val. Nothing, but my fortune. |
Third Out. 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. |
Sec Out. And I from Mantua, for a gentleman, |
Who, in my mood, I stabb'd unto the heart. |
First Out. 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— |
Sec. Out. 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 Out. 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 Out. But if thou scorn our courtesy, thou diest. |
Sec. 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. |
Third 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. [Exeunt. |
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