FIRST OUTLAW. And I for suchlike petty crimes as these. But to the purpose, for we cite our faults, That they may hold excused 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— SECOND OUTLAW. Indeed because you are a banished 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 OUTLAW. What sayst thou? Wilt thou be of our consort? Say “Ay”, and be the captain of us all, We’ll do thee homage and be ruled by thee, Love thee as our commander and our king. FIRST OUTLAW. But if thou scorn our courtesy, thou diest. SECOND OUTLAW. Thou shalt not live to brag what we have offered. VALENTINE. I take your offer and will live with you, Provided that you do no outrages On silly women or poor passengers. THIRD OUTLAW. 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._] SCENE II. Milan. The court of the Duke’s palace Enter Proteus. PROTEUS. Already have I 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 protest true loyalty to her, She twits me with my falsehood 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 loved; And notwithstanding all her sudden quips, The least whereof would quell a lover’s hope, Yet, spaniel-like, the more she 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 music to her ear. Enter Thurio and Musicians. THURIO. How now, Sir Proteus, are you crept before us? PROTEUS. Ay, gentle Thurio, for you know that love Will creep in service where it cannot go. THURIO. Ay, but I hope, sir, that you love not here. PROTEUS. Sir, but I do, or else I would be hence. THURIO. Who? Silvia? PROTEUS. Ay, Silvia, for your sake. THURIO. I thank you for your own. Now, gentlemen, Let’s tune, and to it lustily awhile. Enter Host and Julia in boy’s clothes, as Sebastian. HOST. Now, my young guest, methinks you’re allycholly. I pray you, why is it? JULIA. Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry. HOST. Come, we’ll have you merry. I’ll bring you where you shall hear music, and see the gentleman that you asked for. JULIA. But shall I hear him speak? HOST. Ay, that you shall. JULIA. That will be music. [_Music plays._] HOST. Hark, hark! JULIA. Is he among these? HOST. Ay; but peace, let’s hear ’em. SONG