ers.

_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?

_Pro._ Ay, gentle T