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2. O. Have you the congues ?
Val. My youthful travel therein made me happy; Or else I often had been miserable.
3. O. By the bare scalp of Robin Hood's fat friar, This fellow were a king for our wild faction. 1.0. We'll have him : Sirs, a word.
(talk apart. Spe. Mafter, be one of them ; I: is an honourable kind of thievery.
Pal. Peace, villain.
3. O. Know then, that some of us are gentlemen,
2. O. And I from Mantua, for a gentleman Who, in my mood, I ftab’d unto the heart.
1. O. And i, for such like petty crimes as these.
2. O. Indeed, because you are a banilh'd man,
3. O. What say'st thou wilt thou be of our consort/
Sbakespeare never forgot Englifh references, else why Robin Hood and his friar at Verona ? unless we suppose the story of that notable and famous robber to have been read, or related in Verona.
+ It is remarkable that from Shakespeare's days to these, every culprit has made palliative circumstances his plea; however absurd, and contrary to justice.
1. O. But, if thou scorn our courtesy, thou dy't.
Val. I take your offer, and will live with you ;
3. O. No, we detest such vile base practices.
Enter Protheus. Pro. Already I have 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 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 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 le 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 mufick to her ear.
Enter Thurio, and Musicians. Thu. How now, Sir Protheus ? are you crept before us !
Pro. Ay, gentle Thurio ; for, you know, that love Will creep in service where it cannot go. Thu. Ay, but, I hope, fir, that you
love not here. Pro. Sir, but I do; or else I would be hence. Thu. Who? Silvia ?
• This Protheus is to all appearance as confirmed a scoundrel as Jago, though not so deep, and with less reason; for the latter urges calousy of his wife; the former wants at any rate to get any woman he happens to like. VOL. VI.
you ask'd for.
Pro. Ay, Silvia,- for your fake.
Thu. I thank you, for your own.-Now, gentlemen,
Jul. Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry.
Hoft. Come, we'll have you merry : I'll bring you where you shall hear mufick, and see the gentleman that
Jul. But shall I hear him speak ?
[Mufick plays. Jul. Is he
That all our fwains commend ber?
The beaven fuch grace did lend ber,
For beauty lives with kindness :
To help bim of his blindness;
Chat Silvia is excelling ;
Upon the dull earth dwelling:
To her let us garlands bring
* This, like most other songs of our author, bas more meaning than most musical compositions have.
Yul: You mistake; the musician likes me not.
Hof. How? out of tune on the strings ? “ Jul. Not fo; but yet so false, 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 mufick.
Jul. Not a whit, when it jars fo. “ Hoft. Hark, what fine change is in the musick!
Jul. Ay; that change is the spight. Hoft. You would have them always play but one Jul. I would always have one play but one thing. But, hoft, doth this Sir Protheus, that we talk on, often resort unto this gentlewoman? Hoft. I tell
what Launce his man told me, he lov'd her out of all nick.
Jul. Where is Launce ?
Hoft. Gone to seek his dog; which, to-morrow, by bis master's command, he must carry for a present to
Thu. Where meet we?
(Exeunt Thurio, and mufick.
Pro. One, łady, 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.
Sil. You have your with ; my will is even this,
hie you home to bed.
Pro. I grant, sweet love, that I did love a lady ;
Jul. (Afide] 'Twere false, if I should speak it ;
Sil Say, that she be ; yet Valentine, thy friend,
Sil. And so, suppose, am I; for in his grave,
Pro. Șweet lady, let me rake it from the earth.
Sil. Go to thy lady's grave, and call her's thence ; Or, at the leaft, in her's fepulcher thine.
Jul. ( Afide] He heard not that.
Pro. Madam, if that your heart be so obdurate,
Jul. [Afide] If 'twere a substance, you would fure deceive And make it but a shadow, as I am.
[it, Sil. I am very loth to be your idol, fir: But, since your fallhood shall become you well To worship shadows, and adore false shapes,
This is a fine sensible fanciful rebuff to Protbeus.