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Speed. What then?
Laun. Why then will I tell thee, that thy Mafter stays for thee at the North-Gate.
Speed. For me?
Laun. For thee? ay; who art thou? He hath ftaid for a better Man than thee.
Speed. And moft I go to him?
Lann. Thou must run to him; for thou haft ftaid fo long that going will scarce ferve the turn.
Speed. Why didft not tell me fooner? Pox on your LoveLetters.
Laun. Now will he be fwing'd for reading my Letter: An unmannerly Slave, that will thruft himself into Secrets. I'll after, to rejoyce in the Boy's Correction.
Enter Duke and Thurio.
Duke. Sir Thurio, fear not, but that he will love you, Now Valentine is banish'd from her Sight.
Thu. Since his Exile the hath defpis'd me moft,
Duke. This weak Imprefs of Love, is as a Figure
How now, Sir Prothens; is your Countryman,
Duke. My Daughter takes his going heavily.
Pro. Longer than I prove loyal to your Grace, Let me not live to look upon your Grace.
Duke. Thou know'ft how willingly I would effect
The Match between Sir Thurio and my Daughter.
Duke. And alfo I do think thou art not ignorant How the oppofes her against my Will.
Pro. She did, my Lord, when Valentine was here.
Pre. The best way is to flander Valentine With Falflood, Cowardife, and poor Descent: Three things that Women highly hold in Hate.
Duke. Ay, but fhe'll think that it is fpoken in Hate. Pro. Ay, if his Enemy deliver it: Therefore it muft with Circumftance be spoken By one whom the efteems as his Friend.
Duke. Then you must undertake to flander him.
Duke. Where your good Word cannot advantage him,
Pro. You have prevail'd, my Lord: IfI can do it,
Thu.. Therefore as you unwind her Love from him,
Duke. And, Protheus, we dare truft you in this kind,
Where you may temper her, by your Persuasion,
Pro. As much as I can do, I will effect.
For Orphens Lute was ftrung with Poets Sinews,
Duke. This Difcipline fhews thou haft been in Love.
To fort fome Gentlemen well skill'd in Musick;
I have a Sonnet that will ferve the turn
To give the Onfet to thy good Advice.
Pro. We'll wait upon your Grace 'till after Supper, And afterwards determine our Proceedings.
Duke. Even now about it. I will pardon you. [Exeunt.
ACT IV. SCENE Í.
1 Out. 2 Out.
Enter certain Out-laws
Ellows, stand faft: I fee a Paffenger.
3 Out. Stand, Sir, and throw us that you have about ye: If not, we'll make you, Sir, and rifle you.
Speed. Sir, we are undone; these are the Villains That all the Travellers do fear fo much.
Val. My Friends.
I Out. That's not fo, Sir; we are your Enemies 2 Out. Peace; we'll hear him,
3 Out. Ay by my Beard will we; for he is a proper Məni Val. Then know that I have little to lofe:
A Man I am, crofs'd with Adverfity;
Val. To Verona.
i Out. Whence came you
Val. From Millan.
3 Ont. Have you long fojourn'd there!
Val. Some fixteen Months, and longer might have ftaid.
If crooked Fortune had not thwarted me.
I Out. What, were you banish'd thence?
2 Out. For what Offence?
Val. For that which now torments me to rehearse
1 Out. Why ne'er repent it, if it were done fo.
Val. My youthful Travel therein made me happy, Or elfe I often had been miferable.
3 Out. By the bare Scalp of Robin Hood's fat Friar,
It's an honourable Kind of Thievery.
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
Thruft from the Company of awful Men:
2 Out. And I from Mantua, for a Gentleman, Who, in my Mood, I ftabb'd unto the Heart.
1 Out. And I for fuch like petty Crimes as thefe.
With goodly Shape, and, by your own Report,
2 Out. Indeed because you are a banish'd Man,
And live as we do in the Wildernefs?
3 Out. What fay't 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.
Out. But if thou fcorn our Courtefie, thou dy't. 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 Practifes. Come, go with us, we'll bring thee to our Crews, And fhew thee all the Treasure we have got;
Which, with our felves, all reft at thy Difpofe. [Exeunt.