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where you shall hear music, and see the gentleman that | That I despise thee for thy wrongful suit; you asked for.

And by and by intend to chide myself, Jul. But shall I hear him speak ?

Even for this time I spend in talking to thee. Host. Ay, that you shall.

Pro. I grant, sweet love, that I did love a lady; Jul. That will be music.

[Music plays. But she is dead. Host Hark! hark !

Jul. 'T were false, if I should speak it; Jul. Is be among these ?

For I am sure she is not buried.

[Aside Host. Ay: but peace, let 's hear 'em.

Sil. Say that she be; yet Valentine, thy friend,

Survives; to whom, thyself art witness,
SONG.

I am betroth'd : And art thou not asham'd
Who is Silvia? what is she,

To wrong him with thy importunacy?
That all our swains commend her ?
Holy, fair, and wise is she,

Pro. I likewise hear that Valentine is dead.
The heaven such grace did lend her,

Sil. And so suppose am I; for in his grave
That she might admired be.

Assure thyself my love is buried.
Is she kind as she is fair ?

Pro. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth.
For beauty lives with kindness :
Love doth to her eyes repair,

Sil. Go to thy lady's grave, and call hers thence;
To help him of his blindness;

Or, at the least, in hers sepulchre thine.
And, being help'd, inhabits there.
Jul. He heard not that.

[Aside. Then to Silvia let us sing,

Pro. Madam, if your heart be so obdurate,
That Silvia is excelling;

Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love,
She excels cach mortal thing.
Upon the dull earth dwelling:

The picture that is hanging in your chamber;
To her let us garlands bring.

To that I 'll speak, to that I 'll sigh and weep :
Host. How now! are you sadder than you were before? For, since the substance of your perfect self
How do you, man the music likes * you not.

Is else devoted, I am but a shadow; Jul. You mistake; the musician likes me not.

And to your shadow will I make true love. Host. Why, my pretty youth?

Jul. If 't were a substance, you would, sure, de

ceive it, Jul. He plays false, father. Host. How? out of tune on the strings ?

And make it but a shadow, as I am. [Aside. Jul. Not so ; but yet so false that he grieves my very But, since your falsehood shall become you well

Sil. I am very loth to be your idol, sir ; heartstrings. Host. You have a quick ear.

To worship shadows, and adore false shapes, Jul. Ay, I would I were deaf! it makes me have a

Send to me in the morning, and I 'll send it: slow heart.

And so, good rest.
Pro.

As wretches have o'er-night,
Host. I perceive you delight not in music.

That wait for execution in the morn.
Jul. Not a whit, when it jars so.
Host. Hark, what fine change is in the music!

[Exeunt Proteus; and Silvia, from abore. Jul. Ay, that change is the spite.

Jul. Host, will you go? Host. You would have them always play but one thing.

Host. By my halidom, I was fast asleep. Jul. I would always have one play but one thing.

Jul. Pray you, where lies sir Proteus ! But, host, doth this sir Proteus, that we talk on,

Host. Marry, at my house : Trust me, I think, 't is Often resort unto this gentlewoman?

almost day. Host. I tell you what Launce, his man, told me, he That e'er I watch'd, and the most heaviest. Exeunt

Jul. Not so; but it hath been the longest night loved her out of all nick.b Jul. Where is Launce ?

SCENE III.The same. Host. Gone to seek his dog; which, to-morrow, by his master's command, he must carry for a present to

Enter EGLAMOUR. his lady.

Egl. This is the hour that madam Silvia Jul. 'Peace! stand aside! the company parts.

Entreated me to call, and know her mind; Pro. Sir Thurio, fear not you! I will so plead, There is some great matter she 'd employ me in.That you shall say, my cunning drift excels.

Madam, madam! Thu. Where meet we?

Silvia appears above, at her window. Pro. At saint Gregory's well.

Sil. Who calls ?
Thu. Farewell. (Exeunt Tuurio and Musicians.

Egl. Your servant, and your friend;
Silvia appears above, at her windoro.

One that attends your ladyship's command.
Pro. Madam, good even to your ladyship.

Sil. Sir Eglamour, a thousand times good-morrow. Sil. I thank you for your music, gentlemen :

Egl. As many, worthy lady, to yourself.
Who is that, that spake?

According to your ladyship's impose,
Pro. One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's truth, I am thus early come, to know what service
You would quickly learn to know him by his voice. It is your pleasure to command me in.
Sil. Sir Proteus, as I take it.

Sil. o Eglamour, thou art a gentleman,
Pro. Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant. (Think not I flatter, for I swear I do not,)
Sil. What's your will?

Valiant, wise, remorseful, well accomplish’d.
Pro. That I may compass yours.

Thou art not ignorant what dear good will
Sil. You have your wish; my will is even this,- I bear unto the banish'd Valentine;
That presently you bie you home to bed.

Nor how my father would enforce me marry
Thou subtle, perjur’d, false, disloyal man!

Vain Thurio, whom my very soul abhorr'd. Think'st thou, I am so shallow, so conceitless, Thyself hast lov’d; and I have heard thee say, To be seduced by thy flattery,

No grief did ever come so near thy heart That hast deceiv'd so many with thy vows ?

As when thy lady and thy true love died, Return, return, and make thy love amends.

Upon whose grave thou vow'dst pure chastity. For me,-oy this pale queen of night I swear,

Sir Eglamour, I would to Valentine, I am so far from granting thy request,

Halidom—holiness. • Impose-comman, • Likes-pleases. • Nick-beyond all reckouing.

Remorseful-compassionate.

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To Mantua, where, I hear, he makes abode;

Pro. I hope thou wilt.--How now, you whoreson And, for the ways are dangerous to pass,

peasant;

[To LAUNCE. I do desire thy worthy company,

Where have you been these two days loitering? Upon whose faith and honour I repose.

Laun. Marry, sir, I carried mistress Silvia the dog Urge not my father's anger, Eglamour,

you hade me. But think upon my grief, a lady's grief;

Pro. And what says she to my little jewel ! And on the justice of my flying hence,

Laun. Marry, she says, your dog was a cur; and tells To keep me from a most unholy match,

you, currish thanks is good enough for such a present. Which Heaven and fortune still reward with plagues. Pro. But she received my dog ? I do desire thee, even from a heart

Laun. No, indeed, did she not : here have I brought As full of sorrows as the sea of sands,

him back again. To bear me company, and go with me :

Pro. What, didst thou offer her this from me! If not, to hide what I have said to thee,

Laun. Ay, sir; the other squirrel was stolen from That I may venture to depart alone.

me by the hangman's boys in the market-place : and Egl. Madam, I pity much your grievances ; then I offered her mine own; who is a dog as big as Which since I know they virtuously are plac d, ten of yours, and therefore the gift the greater. I gire consent to go along with you;

Pro. Go, get thee hence, and find my dog again, Recking as little what betideth me

Or ne'er return again into my sight. As much I wish all good befortune you.

Away, I say: Stay'st thou to vex me here? When will you go?

A slave, that still an end turns me to shame. Sil. This evening coming.

[Exit LAUNCE. Egl. Where shall I meet you?

Sebastian, I have entertained thee, S.Z. At friar Patrick's cell,

Partly, that I have need of such a youth, Where I intend holy confession.

That can with some discretion do my business, Egl. I will not fail your ladyship:

For 't is no trusting to yon foolish lout; Good morrow, gentle lady.

But, chiefly, for thy face and thy behaviour ;
Siz. Good morrow, kind sir Eglamour. (Exeunt. Which (if my augury deceive me not),

Witness good bringing up, fortune, and truth :
SCENE IV.—The same.

Therefore know thee, for this I entertain thee.
Enter LAUNCE, with his dog.

Go presently, and take this ring with thee,
Laur. When a man's servant shall play the cur with Deliver it to madam Silvia :
him, look you, it goes hard: one that I brought up of a She lov'd me well, by deliver'd it to me.
pupp!; one that I saved from drowning, when three or

Jul. It seems you lov'd her not to leave c her token four of his blind brothers and sisters went to it! I have She is dead, belike ! Sarıght him even as one would say precisely, Thus I

Pro. Not so; I think she lives. would teach a dog. I was sent to deliver him, as a

Jul. Alas! present to mistress Silvia, from my master; and I came

Pro. Why dost thou cry, alas! no sooner into the dining-chamber, but he steps me to

Jul. I cannot choose but pity her. der trencher, and steals her capon's leg. 0, 't is a foul

Pro. Wherefore shouldst thou pity her ? thing when a cur cannot keep himself in all compa: As you do love your lady Silvia :

Jul. Because, methinks, that she lov'd you as well nies! I would have, as one should say, one that takes apon him to be a dog indeed, to be, as it were, a dog at She dreams on him that has forgot her love; all things. If I had not had more wit than he, to take You dote on her that cares not for your love. : fault upon me that he did, I think verily he had been Tis pity, love should be so contrary; banged for 't; sure as I live he had suffered for 't: you And thinking on it makes me cry, alas ! shall judge. He thrusts me himself into the company

Pro. Well, give her that ring, and therewithal of three or four gentlemanlike dogs, under the duke's This letter;—that 's her chamber.—Tell my lady table: be had not been there (bless the mark !) a pissing I claim the promise for her heavenly picture. while bat all the chamber smelt him. “Out with the Your message done, hie home unto my chamber, dag," says one; “What cur is that?” says another; Where thou shalt find me, sad and solitary. [Exit Pro Whip him out," says a third; “ Hang him up," says

Jul. How many women would do such a message ? the duke I, having been acquainted with the smeli Alas, poor Proteus! thou hast entertain'd before, knew it was Crab; and goes me to the fellow A fox, to be the shepherd of thy lambs : that whips the dogs: "Friend," quoth I, "you mean

frol! why do I pity him to whip the dog?" “Ay, marry, do 1,” quoth he. That with his very heart despiseth me? "You do him the more wrong,” quoth 1 ; "" "t was I did Because he loves her, he despiseth me; the thing you wot of." He makes me no more ado, but Because I love him, I must pity him. skips me out of the chamber. How many masters This ring I gave him, when he parted from me. would do this for their servant? Nay, I'll be sworn, And now am I (unhappy messenger)

To bind him to remember my good will : I bare sat in the stocks for puddings he hath stolen, stherwise he had been executed : I have stood on the To plead for that, which I would not obtain ; pillory for geese he hath killed, otherwise he had suffered To carry that, which I would have refus'd ; for 't: thou think'st not of this now!-Nay, I remem.

To praise his faith, which I would have disprais d. ber the trick you served me when I took my leave

of I am my master's true confirmed love; madam Silvia ; did not I bid thee still mark me, and But cannot be true servant to my master, do as I do! When didst thou see me heave up my

leg: Yet I will woo for him ; but yet so coldly,

Unless I prove false traitor to myself. and make water against a gentlewoman's farthingale ? didst thou ever see me do such a trick?

As, Heaven it knows, I would not have him speed. Enter PROTEUS and JULIA.

Enter Silvia, attended. Pro. Sebastian is thy name! I like thee well,

Gentlewoman, good day! I pray you, be my mean And will employ thee in some service presently.

To bring me where to speak with madam Silvia.

Still an end-almost perpetually. Jul. In what you please.—I 'll do what I can.

She lov'd me well, who deliver'd it to me. • Keep-restrain.

• To leare- to part with.

Alas, poor

Sil. What would you with ner, if that I be she ? Jul. About my stature : for, at Pentecost,

Jul. If you be she, I do entreat your patience When all our pageants of delight were play'd, To hear me speak the message I am sent on.

Our youth got me to play the woman's part, Sil. From whom?

And I was trimm'd in madam Julia's gown; Jul. From my master, sir Proteus, madam.

Which served me as fit, by all men's judgments, Sit. 0 !-he sends you for a picture ?

As if the garment had been made for me :
Jul. Ay, madam.

Therefore, I know she is about my beight.
Sil. Ursula, bring my picture there. (Picture brought. And, at that time, I made her weep a-good,
Go, give your master this : tell him, from me, For I did play a lamentable part:
One Julia, that his changing thoughts forget,

Madam, 't was Ariadne, passioning
Would better fit his chamber, than this shadow. For Theseus' perjury and unjust flight;
Jul. Madam, please you peruse this letter.-

Which I so lively acted with my tears, Pardon me, madam; I have unadvis'd

That my poor mistress, moved therewithal, Deliver'd you a paper that I should not:

Wept bitterly; and, would I might be dead, This is the letter to your ladyship.

If I in thought felt not her very sorrow!
Sil. I pray thee, let me look on that again.

Sil. She is beholden to thee, gentle youth !
Jul. It may not be; good madam, pardon me. Alas, poor lady! desolate and left!-
Sil. There, hold.

I weep myself to think upon thy words.
I will not look upon your master's lines :

Here, youth, there is my purse; I give thee this I know they are stuff'd with protestations,

For thy sweet mistress' sake, because thou lov'st her. And full of new-found oaths ; which he will break, Farewell.

[Exit Silvia, As easily as I do tear his paper,

Jul. And she shall thank you for if e'er you kricw Jul. Madam, he sends your ladyship this ring.

her. Sil. The more shame for him that he sends it me; A virtuous gentlewoman, mild, and beautiful. For, I have heard him say a thousand times,

I hope my master's suit will be but cold, His Julia gave it him at his departure :

Since she respects my mistress' love so much. Though his false finger have profan'd the ring,

Alas, how love can trifle with itself! Mine shall not do his Julia so much wrong.

Here is her picture : Let me see; I think, Jul. She thanks you.

If I had such a tire, this face of mine Sil. What say'st thou ?

Were full as lovely as is this of hers : Jul. I thank you, madam, that you tender her: And yet the painter flatter'd her a little, Poor gentlewoman! my master wrongs her much. Unless I flatter with myself too much. Sil. Dost thou know her?

Her hair is auburn, mine is perfect yellow : Jul. Almost as well as I do know myself:

If that be all the difference in his love, To think upon her woes I do protest

I 'll get me such a colour'd periwig. That I have wept an hundred several times.

Her eyes are grey as glass ; and so are mine : Sil. Belike, she thinks that Proteus hath forsook her. Ay, but her forehead's low, and mine 's as high. Jul. I think she doth, and that 's her cause of sor- What should it be, that he respects in her,

But I can make respective in myself

, Sil. Is she not passing fair?

If this fond love were not a blinded god ?
Jul. She hath been fairer, madam, than she is : Come, shadow, come, and take this shadow up,
When she did think my master lov'd her well, For 't is thy rival. O thou senseless form,
She, in my judgment, was as fair as you;

Thou shalt be worshipp'd, kiss'd, lov'd, and ador'd; But since she did neglect her looking-glass,

And, were there sense in his idolatry, And threw her sun-expelling mask away,

My substance should be statuea in thy stead. The air hath stary'd the roses in her cheeks,

I 'll use thee kindly for thy mistress' sake, And pinch'de the lily-tincture of her face,

That used me so; or else, by Jove I vow, That now she is become as black as I.

I should have scratch'd out your unseeing eyes, Sil. How tall was she?

To make my master out of love with thee! [Escit

row.

ACT V.

SCENE I.-The saine. An Abbey.

SCENE II.-The same. A Room in the Duke's Palace. Enter EGLAMOUR.

Enter Tourio, PROTEUS, and JULIA. Egl. The sun begins to gild the western siy:

Thu. Sir Proteus, what says Silvia to my suit ? And now it is about the very hour

Pro. O, sir, I find her milder than she was; That Silvia, at friar Patrick's cell, should meet me. And yet she takes exceptions at your person. She will not fail; for lovers break not hours,

Thu. What, that my leg is too long? Unless it be to come before their time;

Pro. No, that it is too little. So much they spur their expedition.

Thu. I 'll wear a boot, to make it somewhat rounder

Pro. But love will not be spurr'd to what it loathes. Enter Silvia.

Thu. What says she to my face? See where she comes : Lady, a happy evening!

Pro. She says it is a fair one. Sil. Amen, amen! go on, good Eglamour,

Thu. Nay, then the wanton lies; my face is black. Out at the postern by the abbey-wall;

Pro. But pearls are fair; and the old saying is, I fear I am attended by some spies.

Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes. Egl. Fear not: the forest is not three leagues off: Jul. 'Tis true, such pearls as put out ladies' eyes ; If we recover that, we are sure enough. (Exeunt. For I had rather wink than look on them. [Asiile Pinch'd-painted.

• Statue and picture were often used without distinction

Tha. How likes sbe my discourse?
Pro. III, when you talk of war.

SCENE IV.-Another part of the Forest. Ths. But well, when I discourse of love ani peace ?

Enter VALENTINE. Jul. But better, indeed, when you hold your peace,

[Aside.

Val. How use doth breed a habit in a nan. Tku. What says she to my valour ?

This snadowy desert, unfrequented woods, Pro. O, sir, she makes no doubt of that.

I better brook than flourishing peopled towns :

Here can I sit alone, uniseen of any, Jul. She needs not, when she knows it cowardice.

And to the nightingale's complaining notes

[Aside. Thu. What says she to my birth?

Tune my distresses, and record « my woes.

O thou that dost inhabit in my breast,
Pre. That you are well deriv'd.
Jul. 'True; from a gentleman to a fol. [Aside.

Leave not the mansion so long tenantless ;
Tau Considers she my possessions!

Lest, growing ruinous, the building fall, Pro. O, ay; and pities them.

And leave no memory of what it was ! Tàu, Wherefore ?

Repair me with thy presence, Silvia ; Jul. That such an ass should owe thers, [Aside.

Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn swain! Pro. That they are out by lease.

What hallooing, and what stir, is this to-day?
Jul. Here comes the duke.

These are my mates, that make their wills their law,
Have some unhappy passenger in chase :

They love me well; yet I have much to do,
Enter DUKE.

To keep them from uncivil outrages.
Duke. How now, sir Proteus ? how now, Thurio ? Withdraw thee, Valentine; who's this comes here?
Which of you saw sir Eglamour of late ?

(Steps aside Thu. Not I.

Enter Proteus, Silvia, and Julia.
Pro. Nor I.
Duke.
Saw you my daughter ?

Pro. Madam, this service I have done for you, Pro.

Neither. (Though you respect not aught your servant doth,) Duke. Why, then, she's fled unto that peasant To hazard life, and rescue you from him Valentine ;

That would have forc'd your honour and your love. And Eglamour is in her company.

Vouchsafe me, for my meed, but one fair look; Tis true; for friar Laurence met them both,

A smaller boon than this I cannot beg, As he in penance wander'd through the forest :

And less than this, I am sure, you cannot give. Him be knew well, and guess'd that it was she;

Val. How like a dream is this I see and hear! But, being mask d, he was not sure of it:

Love, lend me patience to forbear a while. [Aside Besides, she did intend confession

Sil. O miserable, unhappy that I am! At Patrick's cell this even; and there she was not :

Pro. Unhappy were you, madam, ere I came; These likelihoods confirm her flight from hence.

But, by my coming, I have made you happy. Therefore, I pray you, stand not to discourse,

Sil. By thy approach thou mak'st me most unhappy Bat mount you presently; and meet with me

Jul. And me, when he approacheth to your presence. Upon the rising of the mountain-foot

[Aside That leads toward Mantua, whither they are fled.

Sil. Had I been seized by a hungry lion, Despatch, sweet gentlemen, and follow me. (Exit. I would have been a breakfast to the beast, Thu. Why, this it is to be a peevish girl,

Rather than have false Proteus rescue me. That flies her fortune when it follows her:

0, Heaven be judge how I love Valentine, I 'll after ; more to be reveng'd on Eglamour,

Whose life's as tender to me as my soul; Than for the love of reckless Silvia.

[Exit. And full as much (for more there cannot be) Pro. And I will follow, more for Silvia's love,

I do detest false perjur'd Proteus : Than bate of Eglamour that goes with her. [Exit. Therefore be gone, solicit me no more.

Jul. And I will follow, more to cross that love, Pro. What dangerous action, stood it next to death Than hate for Silvia, that is gone for love. [Exit

. Would I not undergo for one calm look ?

0, 't is the curse in love, and still approv'd,

When women cannot love where they're belov'd. SCENE III.-Frontiers of Mantua. The Forest.

Sil. When Proteus cannot love where he's belov'de

Read over Julia's heart, thy first best love,
Enter Silvia and Outlaws.

For whose dear sake thou didst then rend thy faith

Into a thousand oaths; and all those oaths 1 Out. Come, come ;

Descended into perjury, to love me. Be patient, we must bring you to our captain. Thou hast no faith left now, unless thou 'dst two.

Sa. A thousand more mischances than this one And that 's far worse than none; better have none Have leam'd me how to brook this patiently.

Than plural faith, which is too much by one : 2 Out. Come, bring her away.

Thou counterfeit to thy true friend! 1 Out. Where is the gentleman that was with her ? Pro.

3 Out. Being nimble-footed, he hath outrun us, Who respects friend ? But Moyses and Valerius follow him.

Sil.

All men but Proteus. Go thou with her to the west end of the wood,

Pro. Nay, if the gentle spirit of moving words There is our captain : we 'll follow him that's fled.

Can no way change you to a milder form, The thicket is beset, he cannot 'scape.

I'll woo you like a soldier, at arms' end; 1 Out. Come, I must bring you to our captain's cave; And love you 'gainst the nature of love, force you. Fear not; he bears an honourable mind,

Sil. O Heaven ! And will not use a woman lawlessly.

Pro.

I'll force thee yield to my desire. Sil. O Valentine, this I endure for thee. (Exeunt.

Val. Ruffan, let go that rude uncivil touch ;

Thou friend of an ill fashion ! • By his possessions, Thurio means his lands; but Proteus allades to his mental endowments, which he says" are out by

· Record-to sing. lease"--are no: in his own keeping.

Approv'd-proved, experienceu

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In love,

Pro.
Valentine !

Let me be bless'd to make this happy close ; Val. Thou common friend, that's without faith or 'T were pity two such friends should be long foes. love;

Pro. Bear witness, Heaven, I have my wish for ever. For such is a friend now;) treacherous man!

Jul. And I mine.
Thou hast beguild my hopes ; nought but mine eye
Could have persuaded me: Now I dare not say

Enter Outlaws, with Duke and Thurio.
I have one friend alive; thou wouldst disprove me.
Who should be trusted when one's own right hand Out. A prize, a prize, a prize!
Is perjur'd to the bosom? Proteus,

Val. Forbear, forbear, I say; it is my lord the duke I am sorry I must never trust thee more,

Your grace is welcome to a man disgrac'd, But count the world a stranger for thy sake.

Banished Valentine. The private wound is deepest : O time most accurs d ! Duke.

Sir Valentine! 'Mongst all foes, 'that a friend should be the worst. Thu. Yonder is Silvia; and Silvia 's mine. Pro. My shame, and guilt, confounds me.

Val. Thurio, give back, or else embrace thy death, Forgive me, Valentine: if hearty sorrow

Come not within the measure of my wrath : Be a sufficient ransom for offence,

Do not name Silvia thine; if once again, I tender it here; I do as truly suffer

Milan shall not behold thee. Here she stands;
As e'er I did commit.

Take but possession of her with a touch ;-
Val.
Then I am paid;

I dare thee but to breathe upon my love.-
And once again I do receive thee honest :--

Thu. Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I; Who by repentance is not satisfied

I hold him but a fool, that will endanger Is nor of heaven, nor earth; for these are pleas’d; His body for a girl that loves him not: By penitence the Eternal's wrath 's appeas'd,

I claim her not, and therefore she is thine. And, that my love may appear plain and free,

Duke. The more degenerate and base art thou, All that was mine, in Silvia, I give thee.

To make such means for her as thou hast done, Jul, O me, unhappy!

[Faints. And leave her on such slight conditions.Pro. Look to the boy.

Now, by the honour of my ancestry, Val.

Why, boy! I do applaud thy spirit, Valentine, Why, wag! how now? what 's the matter? Look up; And think thee worthy of an empress' love! speak.

Know then, I here forget all former griefs, Jul. O good sir, my master charged me to deliver a Cancel all grudge, repeal thee home again. ring to madam Silvia; which, out of my neglect, was Plead a new state in thy unrivall’d merit, never done.

To which I thus subscribe, -Sir Valentine, Pro. Where is that ring, boy?

Thou art a gentleman, and well derivd; Jul, Here 't is : this is it.

[ Gives a ring. Take thou thy Silvia, for thou hast deserv'd her. Pro. How! let me see: ,

Val. I thank your grace; the gift hath made me Why, this is the ring I gave to Julia.

happy. Jul. O, cry your mercy, sir, I have mistook; I now beseech you, for your daughter's sake, This is the ring you sent to Silvia. [Shows another ring. To grant one boon that I shall ask of you.

Pro. But how camest thou by this ring? at my de- Duke. I grant it, for thine own, whate'er it be. part, I gave this unto Julia.

Val. These banish'd men, that I have kept withal, Jul. And Julia herself did give it me;

Are men endued with worthy qualities; And Julia herself hath brought it hither.

Forgive them what they have committed here, Pro. How! Julia !

And let them be recalld from their exile: Jul. Behold her that gave aim to all thy oaths, They are reformed, civil, full of good, And entertain'd them deeply in her heart :

And fit for great employment, worthy lord. How oft hast thou with perjury cleft the root ?

Duke. Thou hast prevaild; I pardon them, and thee; O Proteus, let this habit make thee blush !

Dispose of them, as thou know'st their deserts, Be thou asham'd, that I have took upon me

Come, let us go; we will include all jars, Such an immodest raiment; if shame live

With triumphs, mirth, and rare solemnity. In a disguise of love :

Val. And, as we walk along, I dare be bold It is the lesser blot, modesty finds,

With our discourse to make your grace to smile : Women to change their shapes, than men their minds. What think you of this page, my lord ? Pro. Than men their minds! 't is true ; 0 Heaven! Duke. I think the boy hath grace in him; be blushies.

Val. I warrant you, my lord ; more grace than boy. But constant, he were perfect : that one error

Duke. What mean you by that saying? Fills him with faults ; makes him run through all th’

Val. Please you, I'll tell you as we pass along, sire:

That you will wonder what hath fortuned.Inconstancy falls off ere it begins :

Come, Proteus ; 't is your penance, but to bear What is in Silvia's face, but I may spy

The story of your loves discovered : More fresh in Julia's with a constant eye?

That done, our day of marriage shall be yours; Val. Come, come, a hand froid either :

One foast, one house, one mutual happiness. Erexit.

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