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 anything to take to?
VALENTINE.
Nothing but my fortune.
THIRD OUTLAW.
Know then that some of us are gentlemen,
Such as the fury of ungoverned 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 stabbed unto the heart.