THURIO.
And thy advice this night I’ll put in practice.
Therefore, sweet Proteus, my direction-giver,
Let us into the city presently
To sort some gentlemen well skilled in music.
I have a sonnet that will serve the turn
To give the onset to thy good advice.
DUKE.
About it, gentlemen!
PROTEUS.
We’ll wait upon your Grace till after supper,
And afterward determine our proceedings.
DUKE.
Even now about it! I will pardon you.
[Exeunt.]
ACT IV
SCENE I. A forest between Milan and Verona
Enter certain Outlaws.
FIRST OUTLAW.
Fellows, stand fast. I see a passenger.
SECOND OUTLAW.
If there be ten, shrink not, but down with ’em.