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Fear not; he bears an honourable mind,
Sil. O Valentine ! this I endure for thee, (Exeunt.
This shadowy desart, unfrequented woods,
ese are my mates, that make their wills their law,
Enter Protheus, Silvia, and Julia.
you from him,
meed but one fair look:
Val. How like a dream is this, I see, and hear!
Sil. O miserable, unhappy that I am!
Pro. Unhappy were you, Madam, ere I came;
Sil. By thy approach thou mak'it me most unhappy.
Sil. Had I been seized by a hungry lion,
Pro. What dang'rous action, stood it next to death,
Sil. When Protheus cannot love, where he's belov'd.
Pro. In love,
Sil. All men but Protheus.
Pro. Nay, if the gentle spirit of moving words
Sil. Oh heav'n!
Pro. Valentine !
tali Thou common friend, that's without faith or love; For such is a friend now: thou treach'rous man! Thou hast beguild my hopes; nought but mine eye Could have persuaded me. Now I dare not fay, I have one friend alive; thou wouldīt disprove me. Who should be trusted now, when the right hand Is perjur'd to the bosom! Protheus,
I'm sorry, I must never trust thee more,
Pro. My shame and guilt confound me: 49
Val. Then I am paid :
[Stoors. Pro. Look to the boy..
Val. Why, boy ! how now? what's the matter? look up; speak.
Jul. O good Sir, my master charg'd me to deliver a ring to Madam Silvia, which, out of my neglect, was never done.
Pro. Where is that ring, boy?
Pro. How? let me fee :
Jul. Oh, cry your mercy, Sir, I have miftook ;
Pro. How cam'ft thou by this ringi at my depart, I gave this unto. Julia.
Jul. And Julia herself did give it me. And Julia herself hath brought it hither.
Pro. How, Julia ?
Jul, Behold ber that gave aim to all thy oaths,
In a disguise of love.
Pro. Than men their minds? 'tis true; oh heav'n!
But constant, he were perfe&t; that one error
Val. Come, come, a hand from either :
Pro. Bear witness, heav'n, I have my wish for ever. Jul. And I mine.
Enter Out-laws, with Duke and Thurio.
Val. Forbear, forbear, it is my lord the Duke.
Duke. Sir Valentine?
Val. Thurio, give back; or else embrace thy death :
Th. Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I. I hold him but a fool, that will endanger
(13) Verona shall not bold thee.] Thus all the Editions, buty: whether thro' the Mistake of the first Editors, or the Poet's own Carelessness, this Reading is absurdly faulty. For the Threat here is to Tburio, who is a Milanese ; and has no Concerns, as it appears with Verona. Besides, the Scene is betwixt the Confines of Milan, and Mantua, to which Silvia follows Valentine, having heard that he had retreated thither. And, upon these Circumstances, 1 ventured to adjust the Text, as, I imagine, the Poet must have intended : i.e. Milan, thy Country fall never see thee again; thou falt never live to
go back thitber,
His body for a girl that loves him not.
Duke. The more degenerate and base art thou,
Val. I thank your Grace; the gift hath made me happy I now beseech
your daughter's fake,
Duke. Thou hast prevail'd, I pardon them and thee; Dispose of them, as thou know't their deserts, Come, let us go; we will include all jars With triumphs, mirth, and rare solennity.
Val. And as we walk along, I dare be bold With our discourse to make your Grace to smile. What think you of this Page, my lord ?
Duke. I think the boy hath grace in him; he blushes. Val. I warrant you, my lord, more grace than boy. Duke. What mean you by that saying?
Val. Please you, I'll tell you as we pass along, That you will wonder what hath fortuned. Come, Protheus, 'tis your penance but to hear The story of your loves discovered : That done, our day of marriage shall be yours, One feas, one house, one mutual happiness. [Exeunt omnes.