1 Out. What, were you banish'd thence?

Val. I was.

2 Out. For what offence?

Val. For that, which now torments me to rehearse? I kill'd a man, whofe death I much repent; But yet I flew him manfully in fight,. Without falfe vantage or bafe treachery.

1 Out. Why ne'er repent it, if it were done fo. 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?

Val. My youthful travel therein made me happy, Or elfe I often had been miferable.

3 Out. By the bare fcalp of Robin Hood's fat friar, This fellow were a King for our wild faction. 1 Out. We'll have him. Sirs, a word.

Speed. Mafter, be one of them; it's an honourable kind of thievery.

Val. Peace, villain.

2 Out. Tell us this; have you any thing to take to? Val. Nothing, but my fortune.

3 Out. Know then, that fome of us are Gentlemen, Such as the fury of ungovern'd youth

Thrust from the company of awful men :
Myfelf was from Verona banished,

For practising to fteal away a Lady,

An heir, and near ally'd unto the Duke. (14)

2 Out.

(14) An beir and niece ally'd unto the Duke.] Thus all the impreffions, from the firft downwards. But our Poet would never have expreffed himself fo ftupidly, as to tell us, this Lady was the Duke's Niece, and ally'd to him: For her alliance was, certainly, fufficiently included in the first term. Our Author meant to fay, fhe was an beirefs, and near ally'd to the Duke: an expreffion the moft natural that can be for the purpose and very frequently used by the StagePoets.

So in Romeo and Juliet.

This Gentleman, the Prince's near ally.

So in Beaumont and Fletcher's Sea-Voyage.

yet that we may learn

Whether they are the fame, or near

ally'd

To thofe, that forc'd me to this cruel courfe.

Se

2 Out. And I from Mantua, for a Gentleman Whom, in my mood, I ftabb'd unto the heart. 1 Out. And I for fuch like petty crimes as these, But, to the purpofe; for we cite our faults, That they may hold excus'd our lawless lives; And, partly, seeing you are beautify'd With goodly fhape, and by your own report A linguift; and a man of fuch perfection, As we do in our quality much want;

2 Out. Indeed, because you are a banish'd man, Therefore, above the reft, we parley to you; Are you content to be our General?

To make a virtue of neceffity,

And live, as we do, in the wilderness?

3 Out. What fay'ft thou? wilt thou be of our confort? 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.

1 Out. But if thou fcorn our courtesy, thou dy'st. 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 filly women, or poor paffengers.

3 Out. No, we deteft fuch vile base practices, Come, go with us, we'll bring thee to our crews, And fhew thee all the treasure we have got; Which, with ourselves, fhall reft at thy difpofe.

So in B. Johnson's Every Man out of his Humour.

[Exeunt.

fome fuch cross-wooing, with a clown to their fervingman,

better than to be thus near and familiarly ally'd to the time.
So in Law-Tricks, by John Day.

That notwithstanding my wife's near alliance
Under the Duke, I purchas'd a divorce,

And fo in Soliman and Perfede;

Fly, ere the Governor have any news,

Whofe near ally he was, and chief delight.

And in a number of paffages more, that might be quoted.

SCENE changes to an open Place, under Silvia's Apartment, in Milan.

Enter Protheus.

Pro. A Lready I've been falfe 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 proteft true loyalty to her,
She twits me with my falfhood to my
friend
When to her beauty I commend my vows,
She bids me think, how I have been forfworn
In breaking faith with Julia whom I lov'd.
And, notwithstanding all her fudden quips,
The leaft whereof would quell a lover's hope,
Yet, fpaniel-like, the more the fpurns my love,
The more it grows, and fawneth on her ftill.
But here comes Thurio: now mufl we to her window,
And give some evening mufic to her ear.

Enter Thurio and Muficians.

Thu. How now, Sir Protheus, are you crept before us? Pro. Ay, gentle Thurio; for, you know, that love Will creep in fervice where it cannot go.

Thu. Ay, but I hope, Sir, that you love not here.
Pro. Sir, but I do; or elfe I would be hence,

Thu. Whom, Silvia?

Pro. Ay, Silvia, for your fake.

Thu. I thank you, for your own; now, Gentlemen, Let's tune, and to it luftily a while.

Enter Hoft, and Julia in bey's cloaths.

Hoft. Now, my young gueft, methinks, your're allycolly: I pray you, why is it?

Jul. Marry, mine hoft, becaufe I cannot be merry.
Hoft. Come, we'll have you merry; I'll bring you

where

where you fhall hear mufick, and fee the Gentleman that you afk'd for.

Jul. But fhall I hear him speak?

Hoft. Ay, that you fhall.
Jul. That will be mufic.

Hoft. Hark, hark!

Jul. Is he among these?

Hoft. Ay; but peace, let's hear 'em.

SONG.

Who is Silvia? what is fhe,

That all our fwains commend her?
Holy, fair and wife is fhe,

The heav'n fuch grace did lend her,
That she might admired be.

Is the kind as fhe is fair?

For beauty lives with kindness.
Love doth to her eyes repair,
To help him of his blindness:
And being help'd, inhabits there.

Then Silvia let us fing,,

Then Silvia is excelling;
She excels each mortal thing

Upon the dull earth dwelling:

To her let us garlands bring.

Hoft. How now? are you fadder than you were: before? how do you, man?" the music likes you not. Jul. You mistake; the musician likes me not. Hoft. Why, my pretty youth?

Jul. He plays falfe, father.

Hoft. How, out of tune on the ftrings ?

Jul. Not fo; but yet fo falfe, that he grieves my

very heart-ftrings..

Hoft. You have a quick ear.

Jul. Ay, I would I were deaf; it makes me have a flow heart.

Hoft. I perceive, you delight not in mufic.

Jul. Not a whit, when it jars fo.
K. 4.

Hoff

Hoft. Hark, what fine change is in the mufic.
Jul. Ay; that change is the fpight.

Hoft. You would have them always play but one thing?

Jul. I would always have one play but one thing. But, hoft, doth this Sir Protheus, that we talk on, Often refort unto this Gentlewoman?

Hoft. I tell you what Launce, his man, told me, he lov'd her out of all nick.

Jul. Where is Launce?

Hoft. Gone to feek his dog, which to-morrow, by his mafter's command, he muft carry for a prefent to his Lady.

Jul. Peace, ftand afide, the Company parts.

Pro. Sir Thurio, fear not you; I will fo plead, That you fhall fay, my cunning drift excels.

Thu. Where meet we?

Pro. At St. Gregory's well.

Thu. Farewel.

[Exe. Thu. and Mufic.

Silvia, above, at her Window.

Pro. Madam, good even to your Ladyfhip.-
Sil. I thank you for your mufic, 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.

Sil. Sir Protheus, as I take it.

Pro. Sir Protheus, gentle Lady, and your fervant.
Sil. What is your will?

Pro. That I may compafs yours.

Sil. You have your wifh; my will is even this,

That presently you hie you home to bed.
Thou fubtle, perjur'd, false, difloyal man!
Think'ft thou, I am fo fhallow, fo conceitless,
To be feduced by thy flattery,

That haft deceiv'd fo many with thy vows?
Return, return, and make thy love amends.
For me, by this pale Queen of night, I swear,
I am fo far from granting thy request,
That I defpife thee for thy wrongful fuit;

And,