Act 4. Scene I

SCENE I. The frontiers of Mantua. A forest.

Enter certain Outlaws
First Outlaw
Fellows, stand fast; I see a passenger.

Second Outlaw
If there be ten, shrink not, but down with 'em.

Enter VALENTINE and SPEED

Third Outlaw
Stand, sir, and throw us that you have about ye:
If not: we'll make you sit and rifle you.

SPEED
Sir, we are undone; these are the villains
That all the travellers do fear so much.

VALENTINE
My friends,--

First Outlaw
That's not so, sir: we are your enemies.

Second Outlaw
Peace! we'll hear him.

Third Outlaw
Ay, by my beard, will we, for he's a proper man.

VALENTINE
Then know that I have little wealth 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.

Second Outlaw
Whither travel you?

VALENTINE
To Verona.

First Outlaw
Whence came you?

VALENTINE
From Milan.

Third Outlaw
Have you long sojourned there?

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

First Outlaw
What, were you banish'd thence?

VALENTINE
I was.

Second Outlaw
For what offence?

VALENTINE
For that which now torments me to rehearse:
I kill'd a man, whose death I much repent;
Bu t yet I slew him manfully in fight,
Without false vantage or base treachery.

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

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

Second Outlaw
Have you the tongues?

VALENTINE
My youthful travel therein made me happy,
Or else I often had been miserable.

Third Outlaw
By the bare scalp of Robin Hood's fat friar,
This fellow were a king for our wild faction!

First Outlaw
We'll have him. Sirs, a word.

SPEED
Master, be one of them; it's an honourable kind of thievery.

VALENTINE
Peace, villain!

Second Outlaw
Tell us this: have you any thing to take to?

VALENTINE
Nothing but my fortune.

Third Outlaw
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 allied unto the duke.

Second Outlaw
And I from Mantua, for a gentleman,
Who, in my mood, I stabb'd unto the heart.

First Outlaw
And I for such like petty crimes as these,
But to