_Third Out._ What say'st thou? wilt thou be of our consort? Say ay, and be the captain of us all: 65 We'll do thee homage and be ruled by thee, Love thee as our commander and our king. _First Out._ But if thou scorn our courtesy, thou diest. _Sec. Out._ Thou shalt not live to brag what we have offer'd. _Val._ I take your offer, and will live with you, 70 Provided that you do no outrages On silly women or poor passengers. _Third Out._ 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; 75 Which, with ourselves, all rest at thy dispose. [_Exeunt._ Notes: IV, 1. SCENE I. The frontiers ... forest.] Capell. A forest. Rowe. A forest leading towards Mantua. Warburton. 2: _shrink_] _shrinkd_ F2. 4: _sit_] F1 F2. _sir_ F3 F4. 5: _Sir_] _O sir_ Capell. 6: _do_] om. Pope, who prints lines 5 and 6 as prose. 9: _Peace!_] _Peace, peace!_ Capell. 11: _little wealth_] F1. _little_ F2 F3 F4. _little left_ Hanmer. 18: _Whence_] _And whence_ Capell, who reads 16-20 as two lines ending _came you? ... there?_ 35: _ I often had been_] F2. _I often had been often_ F1. _often had been_ (om. _I_) F3 F4. _I had been often_ Collier. 39, 40: _it's ... thievery_] Printed as a verse in Ff. _It is a kind of honourable thievery_ Steevens. 42: _thing_] F1. _things_ F2 F3 F4. 46: _awful_] _lawful_ Heath conj. 49: _An heir, and near allied_] Theobald. _And heire and Neece, allide_ F1 F2. _An heir, and Neice allide_ F3. _An Heir, and Neece alli'd_ F4. 51: _Who_] _Whom_ Pope. 60: _Therefore_] F1 F2. _There_ F3 F4. 63: _this_] F1. _the_ F2 F3 F4. 74: _crews_] F4. _crewes_ F1 F2 F3. _cave_ Collier MS. _caves_ Singer. _crew_ Delius conj. _cruives_ Bullock conj. 76: _all_] _shall_ Pope. SCENE II. _Milan. Outside the DUKE'S palace, under SILVIA'S chamber._ _Enter PROTEUS._ _Pro._ 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, 5 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 10 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. 15 But here comes Thurio: now must we to her window, And give some evening music to her ear. _Enter THURIO and _Musicians_._ _Thu._ How now, Sir Proteus, are you crept before us?