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Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
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SCENE I. The Frontiers of Mantua. A Forest. Enter certain Out-laws.

1. O.
Fellows, stand fast; I see a passenger.

2. O.
If there be ten, shrink note not, but down with 'em.
Enter Valentine, and Speed.

3. O.
Stand, sir, and throw us that you have about you;
If not, we'll make you sit, note and riffle you.14Q0040

Spe.
O, sir, we are undone! these are the villains
That all the travellers do fear so much.

Val.
My friends,—

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1. O.
That's not so, sir; we are your enemies.

2. O.
Peace, peace; we'll hear him.

3. O.
Ay, by my beard, will we;
For he's a proper man.

Val.
Then know, that I have little wealth note to lose;
A man I am, cross'd with adversity:
My riches are these poor habiliments;
Of which if you should here disfurnish me,
You take the sum and substance that I have.

2. O.
Whither note travel you?

Val.
To Verona.

1. O.
And whence came you?

Val.
From Milan.

3. O.
Have you long sojourned there?

Val.
Some sixteen months; and longer might have stay'd,
If crooked fortune had not thwarted me.

1. O.
What, were you banish'd thence?

Val.
I was.

2. O.
For what offence?

Val.
For that which now torments me to rehearse:
I kill'd a man, whose death I much repent;
But yet I slew him manfully in fight,
Without false vantage, or base treachery.

1. O.
Why, ne'er repent it, if it were done so:
But were you banish'd for so small a fault?

Val.
I was, and held me glad of such a doom.

2. O.
Have you the tongues?

Val.
My youthful travel therein made me happy;
Or else I often had been miserable note.

3. O.
By the bare scalp of Robin Hood's fat friar,
This fellow were a king for our wild faction.

1. O.
We'll have him: Sirs, a word.
[talk apart.

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Spe.
Master, be one of them;
It is an honourable kind of thievery.

Val.
Peace, villain.

2. O.
Tell us this, Have you any thing note to take to?

Val.
Nothing, but my fortune.

3. O.
Know then, that some of us are gentlemen,
Such as the fury of ungovern'd youth
Thrust from the company of awful men:
Myself was from Verona banished,
For practising to steal away a lady,
An heir, and near ally'd note unto the duke.

2. O.
And I from Mantua, for a gentleman
Who, in note my mood, I stab'd unto the heart.

1. O.
And I, for such like petty crimes as these.
But to the purpose,—(for we cite our faults,
That they may hold excus'd our lawless lives)
And, partly, seeing you are beautify'd
With goodly shape; and, by your own report,
A linguist; and a man of such perfection,
As we do in our quality much want;—

2. O.
Indeed, because you are a banish'd man,
Therefore, above the rest, we parly to you:
Are you content to be our general;
To make a virtue of necessity,
And live, as we do, in this wilderness? note

3. O.
What say'st thou? wilt thou be of our consórt?
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.

1. O.
But, if thou scorn our courtesy, thou dy'st.

2. O.
Thou shalt not live to brag what we have offer'd.

Val.
I take your offer, and will live with you;

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Provided, that you do no outrages
On silly women, or poor passengers.

3. O.
No, we detest such vile base practices.
Come, go with us, we'll bring thee to our crews,
And show note thee all the treasure we have got;
Which, with ourselves, all rest note at thy dispose.
[Exeunt.

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Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
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