_Pro._ As much as I can do, I will effect: But you, Sir Thurio, are not sharp enough; You must lay lime to tangle her desires By wailful sonnets, whose composed rhymes Should be full-fraught with serviceable vows. 70 _Duke._ Ay, Much is the force of heaven-bred poesy. _Pro._ Say that upon the altar of her beauty You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart: Write till your ink be dry, and with your tears 75 Moist it again; and frame some feeling line That may discover such integrity: For Orpheus' lute was strung with poets' sinews; Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones, Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans 80 Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands. After your dire-lamenting elegies, Visit by night your lady's chamber-window With some sweet concert; to their instruments Tune a deploring dump: the night's dead silence 85 Will well become such sweet-complaining grievance. This, or else nothing, will inherit her. _Duke._ This discipline shows thou hast been in love. _Thu._ And thy advice this night I'll put in practice. Therefore, sweet Proteus, my direction-giver, 90 Let us into the city presently To sort some gentlemen well skill'd in music. I have a sonnet that will serve the turn To give the onset to thy good advice. _Duke._ About it, gentlemen! 95 _Pro._ We'll wait upon your Grace till after supper, And afterward determine our proceedings. _Duke._ Even now about it! I will pardon you. [_Exeunt._ Notes: III, 2. SCENE II.] SCENE V. Pope. 14: _grievously._] _grievously?_ F1. (in some copies only, according to Malone). _heavily?_ F2 F3. _heavily._ F4. 18: _some_] _sure_ Collier MS. 19: _better_] _bolder_ Capell conj. 20: _loyal_] F1 F3 F4. _royall_ F2. 21: _your_] F1 F3 F4. _you_ F2. _Grace_] _face_ Anon. conj. 25: _I think_] F1. _I doe think_ F2 F3 F4. 28: _persevers_] F1 F2. _perseveres_ F3 F4. 37: _esteemeth_] F1. _esteemes_ F2. _esteems_ F3 F4. 49: _weed_] Ff. _wean_ Rowe. 55: _worth_] _word_ Capell conj. 64: _Where_] _When_ Collier MS. 71, 72: _Ay, Much_] Capell. _I, much_ Ff. _Much_ Pope. 76: _line_] _lines_ S. Verges conj. 77: _such_] _strict_ Collier MS. _love's_ S. Verges conj. Malone suggests that a line has been lost to this purport: _'As her obdurate heart may penetrate.'_ 81: _to_] F1. _and_ F2 F3 F4. 84: _concert_] Hanmer. _consort_ Ff. 86: _sweet-complaining_] Capell. _sweet complaining_ Ff. 94: _advice_] F2 F3 F4. _advise_ F1. ACT IV. SCENE I. _The frontiers of Mantua. A forest._ _Enter certain _Outlaws_._ _First Out._ Fellows, stand fast; I see a passenger. _Sec. Out._ If there be ten, shrink not, but down with 'em. _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.