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CHAPTER XI.
1 Outlaw. Stand, sir, and throw us that you have about you;
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.
Val. My friends,——
1 Out. That's not so, sir, we are your enemies.
2 Out. Peace! we'll hear him.
3 Out. Aye, by my beard, will we;
For he's a proper man.
Two Gentlemen of Verona.
The nocturnal adventures of Gurth were not
yet concluded; indeed he himself became partly
of that mind, when, after passing one or two
straggling houses which stood in the outskirts of
the village, he found himself in a deep lane, running between two banks, overgrown with hazle
and holly, while here and there a dwarf oak flung
its arms altogether across the path. The lane
was moreover much rutted and broken up by the
carriages which had recently transported articles