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 is a proper man.
VALENTINE.
Then know that I have little wealth to lose.
A man I am crossed 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.